Although it has often been me doing the leaving, more frequently it has been friends and family moving on.
I never manage 'leaving' very well, but I'm beginning to get the hang of it now. It's taken a while.
So, successful farewells are characterised by busyness. Packing, tying up loose ends, zooming around so there is no time for moping either before, or after.
This time, Jonny left to go back to Norwich, after a long weekend camping with us in France.
|Big sky, tall surfer|
|Cat, Richard, Jonny|
|Enjoying the ambience in the evening...|
Packing up the tent proved to be quite a distraction.
|A luxury home from home...|
Then, a few days later, Cat left us.
For New Zealand.
So we - she - organised a tea party to say goodbye.
|Martyn didn't particularly enjoy tea from a tea CUP...he traded it in for a large mug|
|Tea party = chocolate cake. And smiles.|
So we organised a barbecue lunch. 18 of us. Cooking and eating and laughing and talking - not to mention the clearing up afterwards - kept us busy and the tears at bay.
Then we tracked her flight on the internet, watching tiny planes fly across the screen en route to Dubai...and Australia...and further on...