Settling in...

The full gamut of emotions comes with the territory of moving. There is the elation of knowing that one is returning to family, home and all things familiar. Yet, after 13 years away, so much is unfamiliar. We couldn't be more fortunate, though, as we have moved into a beautiful house. Dragged poor old Harry (the portrait of my grandfather) across the Atlantic but would not let him fly coach. Thanks to an understanding flight attendant Harry flew first class, albeit in the pilot's closet (with yours truly firmly ensconced in cattle class). Twenty-three hours later, we unlocked our new front door, dazed and exhausted, only to find reprieve in a well-stocked larder, furniture and flowers and more to make the first night as welcoming as possible. And we slept in a coma of burnout, only to be awakened by the doorbell and the delivery of our cats - very much alive and WTF written all over their furry faces...

Grainy (taken at night). Lots more to come once earthly possessions arrive...

(With eternal gratitude to Mum, Henry, Gail and Elisabeth)