“Welcome to Faro”. The Easy Jet Steward announced on arrival last Thursday. “Please make sure you take all items of hand luggage with you, as well as all your children”. Apparently last week when that particular crew arrived at Faro, someone left their child on board.
I had battled to mow the lawn before leaving last week due to the monsoon season having arrived early in Jersey this year. So stepping out of the aircraft into 29C heat at 19.00hrs was just wonderful.
I have travelled reasonably extensively throughout my life, but the draw of The Algarve is like a magnet to me and I have made regular visits over the last 20 years. It is the one place in the world that I have earmarked as my place in the sun, the place I would like to retire. Sitting beneath umbrella pines at sunset with my laptop, recording the storylines that are stacking up in my head, has a definite appeal.
The worst thing about going away is leaving Cassie the Blog Dog. Seen here giving me a rueful look as I made the final adjustments to my suitcase.
A friend moves in to look after Cassie and the Cats when we go away. They love her and the guilt I feel about going on holiday is, slightly, less intense.
So I have just over two weeks to finish off the first draft of the manuscript I am working on, with my laptop, under umbrella pines, in my place in the sun.