Cliff and I went off on another long adventure, we arrived home on Tuesday afternoon and I'm still feeling muddled and exhausted.
We had a rough landing. No, not the plane! – in fact it was the gentlest, smoothest plane landing I've ever experienced – thank you Mr BA Pilot; it was the bit after we collected the car at the airport that shook us up – we found out that my Mum was in hospital, like mums do, she had ordered everyone not to contact us while we were away! So before going home we went straight there to see her.
We'd not long been home when my neighbour who had been caring for the studio assistants and the flock, called me to break the news that Pearl the little Araucana hen had been found dead :-( she had probably fallen into the duck-weed covered pond and although she managed to get out she had collapsed and died nearby. Poor little Pearl – and what a shock for my friend, who kindly buried Pearl in The Wild Wood.
Thankfully the hospital has got my Mum back to normal again and she's back home. But I'm still very jet-lagged and all shook up. Cliff and I went to so many places on our road trip and saw some amazing things . . . I will blog about some of them when I get sorted out and start to remember them!