We have just returned after taking our dear friends back to Durham Tees Valley airport for their flight back to Amsterdam. Their plane left at 17.10, so they should be home and almost through Schipol by now. (it is an hour's flight).
And what a lovely weekend we have had with them. The days have been too short to go anywhere but nevertheless, we have managed to enjoy life. Saturday we took it easy - they had had a very early rise and by the time we had eaten lunch the daylight was almost over. But yesterday the farmer took us for a lovely drive through the most beautiful part of Wensleydale, stopping for a short walk for them to look at West Burton Falls (painted several times by Turner). Our friend, F, remarked that we really do live in a very beautiful country - and I must say I agree with him. Then we went for Sunday lunch in a pleasant venue where we all four had a lovely lunch. Each evening we have played Rummikub - a game which they first taught us many years ago - and luckily we all managed to win some games, so no-one was disappointed.
There really is nothing like spending time with old friends who are such friends that one can relax and not have to 'stand on ceremony' as they say.
Earlier in the year, when we went on our cruise, we met them for the tour round Kukenhof Gardens and they kindly bought me a lovely book explaining the origins of the gardens and the thinking behind the planting.
I look forward to reading it and may well share some of it with you later.
In the meantime, the washing machine is singing away merrily, as is the tumble drier with the first washed load. The farmer and I have just had toasted cheese for tea, and once I have written this I shall look at what you have all written while I have been absent.