Waking up to day four back in New Zealand, rain and thunderstorms predicted, it’s hard to grasp this time last week we were on the other side of the world…praying to get home.
In August, winter in New Zealand, the days are short, the grass is wet and the winter sun comes and goes between rain and clouds.
The kiwis migrate to warmer climates for a sun soaked holiday, and those of us who cannot, crank up the heat pumps to a tropical inside warmth and somewhat hibernate!
The last few days have been a time for Russ to catch-up with his friends and family (mostly by phone) and taking it easy after the drama of the last few weeks. Sue is preparing to hit the workforce again tomorrow…you know, a clean pair of jeans, nice top and maybe not my “Birks” ( which are working well as slippers).
We await specialist appointments and a “where to from here” feeling is creeping in. In the meantime, I have renovations to do on the cottage, in readiness for summer living and a wedding in the wings…
It is wonderful being back on familiar soil, and my walking legs are already getting lazy with a car at hand!
All who wander are not Lost girls 