Stoodley Sundays

So jet lag has gone (tho Sara is still struggling with it) and this was the first full day we felt properly normal as a family. How lovely, then, to spend it with our good friends Fran, Andy, Ella & Lucy. They cooked us a gorgeous Sunday lunch, and we went for a winter, windy blustery walk. No it wasn't in the New Zealand sunshine, it wasn't through hobiton, or by the pacific.

It was in God's Own County, my literal and spiritual home. It was beneath Stoodley Pike, the folly by which I navigate myself home.

I am home, and I am happy to be so.