The end of the holiday

We had to be ready to leave at 0830 and in the last few minutes I wandered around the olive grove below the farmhouse to capture the last feel of rural Tuscany. The olive trees here are very old but they usually fruit well. This year they are not prolific, but I'm told the oil will be good.

Then the drive to Pisa airport, the usual waiting around in queues and crowded halls, the flight home, pickup by Liz and home again. Mum has a cough but is not too poorly.

A week ago I had just arrived. There have been many memories laid down in that week, not least in the form of images. New friends have been made too.