Back in Blighty!
Our 18 days at our beautiful villa came to an end far too quickly. After the first 3 days the temperatures really notched up and we were enjoying and enduring temperatures in the mid 30’s which meant we just chilled out to keep cool most of the time. We had a lovely relaxing time, lazing in the sun and swimming in our lovely clean refurbished pool whilst also enjoying a whirl of social gatherings with wonderful friends, lovely meals out, lots of wine and too, too many late nights! 2am and 3am to bed is getting hard for us old wrinklies although it was good at the time and we made up for it with lots of siestas!
I found time to spend a couple of afternoons with my friend Lin who progressed my sketching and water colour painting ’skills’a bit and I produced a very acceptable painting of which I am very proud. Peter managed to fit in a session hitting some balls at the driving range and sinking a few balls on the putting green.
On Sunday evening we spent a magical 3 hours watching the Moors and Christians Parade through the town of Moraira. It was lovely and the costumes were spectacular, as were the fireworks that followed.
Then Wednesday saw us traveling back to the UK when after battening down the hatches at the villa our friend Peter picked us up at 12 noon to transport us to the airport for our flight back. Normally we check in at terminal 2 and that is where we asked Peter to drop us off. Sods law on this occasion no desks were open in terminal 2 so we had to walk through to terminal 1. We were surprised at how quiet the airport was as we remember taking friends to the airport at this time last year and it was heaving. This is an indication of the reduction of visitors to Spain, certainly at the moment.
Check in, arrival of wheelchair and security was speedy, again due to the low number of fellow travelers although our flight was in fact full. When we got up to the departure level our gate was not showing and when it did eventually come up we found we were boarding at gate 1B which was right at the other end of the concourse to where we were waiting and where we normally depart from so it was a long, rushed haul again for Peter pushing me in the chair. The flight was good although I do wish they would not keep up a continuous stream of announcements as it is not conducive to having a good nap!
We took off late but landed at Stanstead 20 minutes early only to wait for one and a half hours for our luggage to appear. That was a pain not only for us but for friends Pam and Bob who had to sit in hot sunshine in their car waiting for us to appear.
On the way home we stopped at The Mill in Huntingdon and had a very nice meal and a natter before going on to our home in Warboys.
Holiday over 
but only 6 weeks and we will be back there with Sally, Matt and Rob for another lovely 2 weeks. But for now it is now back to reality – today I must do a pile of ironing while Pete goes off to the supermarket to stock the food cupboards.
Thursday morning it was up bright and early to be at the Chemo Clinic for 9.15am. All was well and I am now on my FINAL round of treatment, YIPPEE!!!!!
We have come back to find our garden in Warboys a mass of blooms and looking really pretty and our friend Bob had cut the grass so it was all looking trim and tidy. Seeing the garden here in the summer months is a real novelty to us as it is the first time we have been in residence here at this time since we have moved in. The roses are really spectacular and all the new plants we added earlier in the year are now established and are an absolute picture.
I should think Peter will be kept busy for a few days pottering and dead heading so that should keep Mr Thrower happy for a while! He’s always at his happiest when he can be out in the garden.
I really must get down to some serious crafting as it is time to start making the Christmas cards even if it is only June!
