What a joy to trek out to the airport this afternoon.
Our little airport - a beautiful modern building, with a viewer friendly waiting area and well planned amenities - is the equivalent of the market place. It is virtually impossible to go there and not see a friendly face. I love it.
Of course, it makes a difference that Richard flies the Trislanders for Aurigny, the Guernsey airline. He takes folk over in tiny planes to the other Channel islands of Alderney and Jersey, to Southampton in England and Dinard in France. By now, I know many of the Aurigny staff - one of them is a schoolfriend of Cat and Jonny's, eyes set on becoming a pilot. He'll do it, too.
Yet there are always other people we know as well. Departing themselves, or meeting someone else. Today, there were many parents of the boys I teach: several of the lads had been over to the UK on sports tours for the weekend. I caught up with some of the boys in my class, hearing their excited news of victory, of some games lost, of great fun had.
Fun as this was, the most important was Catharine. Home to recuperate after an emergency appendectomy. The most welcome sight through the Arrivals door. Blissful to have her back for a few days. I am so thankful.