Different shores, different skies

Arrived – met at the airport by No 2 daughter, who had arranged a lift with a friend’s father, and our granddaughter. Whisked back to a nice welcome at HH’s sister’s house, then kindly taken by another of her guests to get a glimpse of our grandson and our new house, which we hadn’t yet seen ( bought it for our daughter to live in, not planning to abandon Rio just yet). Just lovely to see everyone and loved the house (uncannily tidy, considering the inmates). Back for a delicious dinner with sis-in-law and guests, looking out of the endlessly fascinating, constantly changing Dee estuary, and beyond to Wales.

It’s good to be here.