Thursday, 28 August 2014
Perhaps it's youth. Perhaps it's being a Kiwi. Perhaps it's being one's mother's son. Perhaps it's a combination of all those things. Perhaps it's just because James is James. Whatever. When people stay with me I take the view that this is their temporary home and whilst I would like to think that I look after my visitors I accept that both our lives have to carry on as well. So when, for example David and Molly come it's the sort of easy relationship that comes from 40 years of friendship. It's a similar story for most of my friends who stay. We do things together and we do our own thing as well. When I've met James up until now it's been in his family home in New Zealand. From the moment he arrived last week until we left for me to take him to the ferry at 0610 this morning it's as if he had always been here. An easier, more amicable house guest could not wish for. I am sorry to see him go. James I wish you a safe journey back to your temporary life in Germany. I hope that we will meet again soon.
Fortunately the weather for his visit has shown the Island at its best and James has managed to get some tramping as well as a bit of cycling and serious 'tourist sightseeing'. Yesterday James discovered that the bike he had not been using had a puncture which he just set about mending whilst I spent one of those wonderful days pottering around the garden and getting lots and lots done whilst expending relatively little energy in serious hard labour.