
Only a week to go and the macro lens will be inches from some Australian critters - hopefully not the deadly kind.
Saturday was a lovely lazy day... spent recovering, shopping and mooching about in WH Smiths (in fact at one point I was comfortably camped cross-legged on their carpet, head in a book about Bruce Parry – oh how I miss British book shops!)
Giggled the afternoon away shopping in Crawley and made the depressing discovery that the 80’s fashion revival is still lingering like a bad smell, (I did buy some ski pants, but no amount of money would make me wear a batwing again!). I was also forced to accept the horrific truth that I am rapidly approaching middle-age when I came home with not one, but two pairs, of magic pants!!!! Argh. Chinese finger food and a bottle of Fleurie in front of the telly helped ease the pain.
Finished packing and decided the suitcase was way overweight so had to remove it all again and take all the books out. Went for Sunday roast at The Old Mill and said goodbye to the dogs. We all decided to go to the airport and crossed the border without hassle or being searched - result.
The plane left 15 minutes early which was a pleasant surprise, but then the captain announced the reason for it.... a 150mph head wind, which would make the journey 1½ hours longer than normal. Grrrr. We took off at 930pm Cypriot time and I touched down at 1am UK time.
Ant went into Leftkosa to get a month’s insurance for Cathy and Derek’s car to allow them to take me to the airport. I started packing. Feels like the end of the first part one of the journey.