D-Day

We said goodbye to our house in Lichfield this morning after 2 1/2 years. We drove the massive distance of 28 miles to Warwick - just 12 miles from work so I could have dropped in - and had a belated breakfast, our first so I accept only exciting for us. I think I have enough tea to last the trip - gotta love Aldi. (Other supermarkets are available.)

We are camped  up in a farmer's field next to the Hatton Canal. There's a 21 lock flight getting the boats up/down a hill, so lots of work for their crew.  We helped one chap who was doing it all on his own. We had walked along the canal, had afternoon tea, and walked back in the time it had taken him to do 6 locks!

Then we just sat in the sun, reading. We're starting to realise we are allowed to do that: there's no rush any more, nothing  else to do. Then J whipped up some dinner and we did a bit of planning for the next few days. But not too much. 

Meanwhile, the family is counting down to Mike's funeral. People are arriving from all over - my uncle and aunt from Auckland, cousins from Dunedin, Mike's mates from all over. I've sent a eulogy over and Karina will read it instead of her own. She says she'll be less emotional. Maybe they should play musical eulogies so no-one reads their own and no-one breaks down? We'll watch it all on delayed coverage - the funeral is streamed for those who can't make it.