It didn’t take long to feel at home – pretty much at touchdown, actually, last Saturday evening, around 10.30 pm, after flying out Friday night from Toronto’s Pearson airport. The journey was relatively painless, although it does feel, every time you do it, longer than you remembered: and I arrived feeling pretty upbeat, energised, alive,
I woke this morning to the sound of birds – trills, coos, warbles, chatter – rain falling, and the rumbling thunder. The windows were open, and a fresh breeze danced around the room. I’m home, with my daughters, and quite overjoyed at how overjoyed I am. It’s good to be back, and re-connected.
There was a gap in the weather, over New Year, and we took advantage. Rob had booked us overnight at the Claramount Inn and Spa (pictured) in Picton, Prince Edward County, 3 hours north-east of us, for a romantic getaway – but with the ice-storm, snowfalls, and her bout of pneumonia, not to mention the
