We five, Bart, Carol, Carrolle, Sister Sarah (no mules- just sheep & thankee ma’am), and I landed at Heathrow yesterday, which felt like deja vu’, all over again. Carrolle and my last visit was a year ago last week with friends, Sir George X and Lady Susan and we are staying in the same lodging as last year, Lois Barn Farms Courtyard.
Our trip got off to a roaring start last year by shredding a tire about four minutes after we left the rental counter. We improved this year by having no car mishaps for a good 40 minutes after pick up when we pulled into a service area just off the M-4. The English planners do not allow for as much space in each slot in a car park as the typical lots back home, and I was driving a thoroughly unfamiliar model SUV which sticks out a good bit below the curvature of the hood – which allowed me to ever so gracefully cause an intimate meeting between the next car over and our machine…..much to surprise of the couple seated in their parked car. They live in Gloucestershire, had just themselves deplaned from a holiday in Orlando and have today to travel to Glasgow for a dog show. Happy welcome home!
Fortunately, the damage was slight and the British couple were so very gracious and we exchanged details without any obvious animus.
Given all that, we’re very glad to be back and I slept the sleep of the innocent last night and looking forward to new discoveries this trip.
My thoughts, though, are constantly on my Dad, and my family that are caring for him at home, as they do so very well every day and week. I can’t escape guilt feelings being here and they all at home taking care of him, but I love and appreciate them for being the good people and family that they are!