Here we go again. It feels like all I’ve done in the last 6 months is say goodbye. Apart from the rather sad reason for my visit, I have enjoyed my 3 weeks in sunny Bangor. As well as seeing a lot of people again – nearly all of whom it was a pleasure to catch up with – I’ve had the chance to get a few bits and pieces to take back with me (light bulbs, picture hooks and a kettle amongst them) and put on a bit of weight (must be the dairy products).
Unfortunately I didn’t bring my camera with me on this trip, and so don’t have much in the way of photos (I understand many of my readers just like looking at the pictures – shame on you), and it would be nice to post a few pics from some of the highlights of the trip (Hilary’s leaving do, for example, if someone could e-mail me some?) And herewith a pic from my last night, which was great fun, spent in the company of my sister Victoria, cousin Michael “it’s a disgrace” Downing, and old comrade Rabea Garari – all of whom I shall miss and expect to come out to visit us sometime. In fact I’m hoping quite a few people will come out to visit us sometime – after all, the guest house is nearing completion (pic), and it’s only a hop skip and a jump to Manaus.
Anyway, thanks to all who have put up with me once again (especially Victoria and Mike). It has been good to chill out here (literally), and my Aunt seems to be as well as can be expected, so I can leave with a slightly lighter load than that with which I arrived (well, except for the kettle and the retractable clothes line). But now I must pack up and shove off to Scunthorpe, en route to sunnier climes. Poor friends Garry and Dawn will have to put up with me for a few days before I catch the early morning flight to Amsterdam, but I’ll try to be on my best behaviour for them. More later.