Worst Day of the Year

Not often you can sit on the shore of Lake Como and Lecco in 33C heat and think - today really utterly sucks.

Today is when I drop my wife off at the airport. She heads home over the next couple of days and leaves me alone in my mountain lair for the next 10 weeks.

We're pretty much joined at the hip during the year, which is no bad thing, guess we both hate being apart. But no matter how many times we've been separated by a huge distance - and it's been many many times - it doesn't get any easier.

10 weeks.