Two more weeks

14 days from today to my next trip away.  It's a strange feeling really as, yes I am looking forward to it very much, but I feel that going on my own is a bit odd, having been used to the pleasant-est of company for the last 28 years.  Liz and I did everything together.  But, although actually travelling to NZ on my own I will soon meet other people and become (I hope) part of a cohesive small group - and at the end of it all is the prospect of a blipmeet in Christchurch on my last full day there. Who could hope for more?