last day in London

We’re off! The bags are packed, the kit­ties kissed, the last laun­dry load and dish­wash­er load done, sum­mer home­work in the suit­case, ready to go. To think: we’ll be at the lit­tle farm­house with the red gate, in just a few hours, wak­ing up to bird­song and friend­ly neigh­bors, hors­es up the road and goats and lambs to be pet­ted at the farmer’s around the cor­ner, chip­munks run­ning under the ter­race and Gary the ground­hog to eat scraps of mel­on left for him. Swim­ming at the munic­i­pal pool, din­ners from the grill around the pic­nic table, I can’t wait.

I’ll let you know how things go, plus I’ve got to tell you about our last fran­tic days here in Lon­don. A tan­ta­lis­ing tit­bit (as they say here): Avery won both the Latin Cup (shades of last year!) and the Eng­lish Prize at Prize Day. We could­n’t be more pleased. But more on that from the oth­er side of the pond! See you there…