DOWN TO THE UPS
Life is full of fascinating twists and turns and the generosity of mates regularly astounds. Combine both and amazing things happen. Reared a Sandgroper, the lure back to old stomping grounds couldn’t be resisted for more than a decade. As my Dad was turning 80, a trip “home” was pretty much mandatory.
Chucking the toys out of the cot, sticking my fingers in my ears when the ugly word was brought up, flights for two heading west were locked in. Bunking down with friends is always preferable to the same/same of motel boxes. Reconnecting with people who have been close since the eldest of my adult kids was born is grounding and fulfilling. “Of course you’re staying with us! What’s the plan? Need bikes?” Errr, yes, go
