Just when I thought I was calming down a bit and getting into holiday mode, it appears that Saturday has pulled up and is waiting to take us home. Any semblance of calm has dissolved and I am bouncing about like a hyperactive kangaroo who has just found a can of surprise Sprite. Needless to say, Mum’s calls for ‘packing and sorting’ have been gently placed to one side.
Home: I’ve not been there for nearly six months. Woah. All sorts of different emotions, but the overriding one is absolute excitement. My heart is racing like a racing thing and I am hoping a quick trip to the beach bar will help calm things down.
Deepest darkest February was chilly and grey as I was delivered to Heathrow and waved off to my plane – so so happy that the real adventure was about to begin. So tired after all the craziness of tying up life in Blighty and very excited about the prospect of such a long flight in which to get in some serious snoozage; I knew that just getting Dippers and I out to Oz was the biggest challenge of the whole project.
So to be at this end of my journey, the other side of the ocean, looking back through the past few months, years even, with all its wiggles and squiggles and adventures; looking ahead to everything that lies at the other end of our flight tomorrow and all the chapters to come, is a strange feeling. All sorts of emotions winging round.
Happy days though; happy happy days.
Signing out from the lovely M and the Southern Hem….. next stop Blighty.
Outey Toot Toot x
PS Dippers was loaded safely into the container this afternoon and will start her next ocean voyage on Monday.
PPS Reunion with my big brother Mike and dog Bonnie on Sunday. And just to welcome me in true style, Mike will be taking me skydiving with his team – how about that for a big brother welcome. I am so excited.