Back home to Spain
Our return to the UK, with the temperature as low as 3ºC, was a little shock to our system, no longer being equipped for colder climes. However, not entirely unexpected and a pair or Jeans, for my part, and a pair of Chinos for Dick, along with a fleece and Caribbean sailing jacket, managed to help keep us from feeling too cold.
After calling in for coffee and breakfast at John’s house (we did touch down just after 5.30am), I packed a bag to keep us going for four nights, leaving the rest of our luggage in John’s guest room, then drove down to Chichester to visit Ed, Naomi and our two grandsons.
Although Ed was working that night, we were still in bed before he left to drive to a gig a couple of hours away.; he returned in the early hours but I didn’t hear anything at all, being quite exhausted after the journey from Antigua and no sleep during the night flight.
Next morning we drove to Stansted, not the one with the airport, to take a trip on a train, with Ed and family, around a local park. I think that the track and the trains, as well as the ride, are possibly owned by a group of guys who are enthusiasts. Hopefully the return for providing this delightful service covers their costs.
That night we went to Sutton and with a group of friends who live not a million miles from there, watched a live band and their supporting group. The music was very good but the consensus was that it might have been better had it been a little less loud.
We played bridge with Jan and Henry which was lots of fun and helped to get us back into thinking about the game again.
The flight to
Our friend Richard waited outside airport arrivals for three hours before we were able to meet him. He was probably quite dehydrated because by the time we reached home he was feeling too unwell to join us for a curry locally.
Having arrived back in
During the day it is quite warm but mornings and evenings have been cooler and for the first couple of weeks we were pleased to take advantage of the central heating. I think that our blood has thinned to the constituency of water, having spent so much time in warmer climes over the last few years.
Playing bridge at the Moraira club on Thursday, I heard
that the red weevil, blown over from
We bought a gas barbecue which Dick had to assemble before we could use it on Saturday evening to cook our steak. Yum, yum; also bought a wooden cot and a highchair for Mia’s arrival. Both of which have been unpacked and put together.
Caroline and Mia arrived on Wednesday 16th.
They had flown from
Mia was soon occupying the new child seat which Dick had previously fitted into the car but having been restrained for such a long time, she was most relieved when we reached our casa and she could walk and run around.
They were still both suffering the effects of a cold
which they had picked up in the
We all went off to the beach in Moraira on Thursday and Mia splashed in the sea which felt quite chilly to me. On Saturday we went to Javea and played on the long, sandy beach at the Arenal, where Mia started to make friends with some local Spanish children.
By Sunday it was as if they had been here forever although Caroline does plan to find a place of her own once she is more familiar with the area and what is available.