Autumn leaves scattered in Darwin's wake. Clouds of red, gold and brown confetti beneath a blue October sky. I could feel my mood lifting with that feeling of home coming that I get returning here. It's at moments like this that I wish there was a god I could say thank you to. It's so good to be surrounded by mighty trees rather than concrete and traffic, and far too many people. The cargo ship had deposited me on the dockside at Gothenburg on time. Darwin is loaded to the gunnels as usual, but it doesn't matter. 100 miles to Immingham, and another 100 on this side. It's hardly a difficult journey.
The ship delivered the much needed rest, and as it happens great company. Frank 77 also starting a new life in Sweden following the untimely death of his younger wife. So sad. My heart went out to him. We are all like little boats blown by the wind, hoping not to be swamped by a storm. Frank is brave. It beats the alternative.
It was a good trip back to England. Words cannot express the gratitude to friends for the loan of their house while away on holiday. Darwin got his new wheels, MOT (bilprovening) and servicing as planned. Elsa got SORNed. While Darwin was in the shop I went on a shopping expedition to take advantage of UK prices. This was the work I came to do, that and transporting another load of my belongings to my Swedish house. Get the necessary tasks ticked off the list and the enjoyable work of catching up with friends and family could begin. I would not have missed one cup of tea, pint of ale, cake or sofa. My only regret is not being to fit everyone in. Getting to Uncle Jack's 90th birthday party was a bonus. So pleased to help put a smile on his face for a few hours at least.
I have to wait until January to see those I missed. This aspect of what I am doing is tough. It hurts sometimes. I miss you all. Regrets? None regarding Sweden at all. I need to do this. Any way, it's too late. Rural Sweden has changed me.
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