Adios

An early start. The morning light was magical with heavy silvery dew on the wheat field. The cookoo calling nearby as the swallows dipped under the archway to their nest: their babies who were on the line outside the previous evening had flown back to their comfortable surroundings and were still in bed looking over at us as we passed underneath! If only we could have stayed longer.

Another drive across country to Malaga airport where there was a bottleneck of a couple of hundred people trying to pass through security but a very helpful man in the queue for Exeter, a seasoned traveller, shepherded us with skill through the guards to the front of the throng and we were able to catch our flight quite easily.
He had a charity business in Gibraltar collecting English and American used school text books, tidying them up and then sending them to third world countries.

T and the dog collected us the other end just after midday in the rain of course!
That evening at home I was helping to get a newly calved cow and its calf into the yard from two fields away in the dark avoiding the bull, the calf having dropped down into a brambly wet ditch - nothing changes!