We landed back in the UK nearly three weeks ago, on a late Saturday afternoon and as they say, to be forewarned is to be forearmed. So expecting freezing temperatures we’d packed the warmest clothes we had in our carry-on’s and climbed into them as we left the aircraft and boy we needed them, it was bloody freezing! We picked up a hire car and raced up M11 to Peterborough to be with Rachel’s mum, who sadly isn’t well at all, and it was really nice to sit with her for the evening. We then spent a few days with Jon & Jo which is always great fun and this time was no exception . From there, we headed down to my brothers, as Rach had some team meetings in that area to be around for. So I took the opportunity to catch up with some friends, Andy in Sandhurst on one day, Paul in Mattingley on another and also my brother and nephew in Sunningdale. And finally a tasty birthday lunch with Rachel and Christien on the Sunday, before heading up to my parents in Hartford, where we’ve been for nearly a couple weeks. Rachel’s mum lives about 30 minutes from my folks, so Rach has popped in everyday and I’ve tagged along every other. We’ve gotten back into our early morning walks around Hartford, especially down to the marina and along the banks of the river Ouse, which never gets old for either of us. I’m not especially keen on the cold, unless I’m skiing, but on those winter mornings when the sky is that vibrant colbalt blue colour and there’s a heavy frost decorating the landscape, it really is something special.
Dream Chasers 