Not long to go...

See: The evening sun on the bluebells growing in the woods around Great Missenden.
Smell: Fox poo - as rolled in by Sarang the rhodesian ridgeback (even managed to eclipse the bluebells at one stage).
Listen: with my aunty, likening birdsong in the tree tops to the sounds of water.
Touch: Pulling the burnt skin off a marshmallow to toast it for a second time.
Taste: Tried welsh rare-bit at the Hollybush pub in Hampstead. Essentially cheese on toast, not the flesh of some mythical creature.

So this first blog post comes at the end of a weekend full of family walks and barbeques. It is now less than one month until Steve and I leave the UK on a one way ticket to China! Visas, malaria medication, walking shoes, camera(s), japanese encephalitis injections, clothes, cancelling bills have all been sorted but there appears to be a neverending list of things that need to be done before the first of June. It would seem that the intention of having very few fixed plans for the next 6 months requires an awful lot of planning!

Well, the feeling of pushing fox poo up a hill with a sharp stick is lessening in direct proportion to a growing sense of achievement and we are just trying to balance the planning with quality time spent with the people we are going to miss.

Tomorrow night I am off to see a Ukelele orchestra which was an experience I just couldn't pass up when invited along by my lovely friend Rose.

I'll have some feedback the next time I come online.

Later,

Charlotte