We got back on Wednesday, having been away in this lovely house in Norfolk. My aunt lives here (it's a long story) and we've gone to stay with her every two years since 1987. Which has been wonderful. We have very fond memories of holidays in this house and its beautiful, huge garden.
This is the view from an upstairs window.
And I'll write more about this another time, but Daughter 2 is here for the weekend and I don't want to spend time away from her.
But I will just add a big thanks to Gossipya, who came all the way from Amman in Jordan to catsit our cats! (Well, she did have other reasons for being in Edinburgh too.) This all seems to have gone fine up to the point that she texted us when we were on our way home, to say that Sirius had been missing for 24 hours. We were distraught, and spent the next five hours imagining the worst, since he'd never done anything like this before - he very occasionally stays out all night but has always been back by 5 or 6 in the morning.
However, when we got home, there he was curled up on my study chair. Where had he been? He's not saying.
This is the fourth time I've appealed for catsitters on my blog and magically got them: Thimbleanna and her husband from Indiana; Scott from Australia via Liverpool; The Phoenix and L from the North of England; and now Gossipya from Amman. How amazing the world of Blog is. Thanks to you all! Cassie and Sirius send you purrs. (And in Sirius's case, Gossipya, profound apologies. )