Yes well, there is some sort of law of physics or time and space or something that holds that the amount of work that needs to be done when packing to go on a long journey increases inversely proportionally to the time remaining.
So it was that when dawn arrived this morning we had been at the tidying up thing for quite some time, and figured that we would be pretty much in control if we could delay departure by about three days. Happily for us, there was little time to dwell on this dilemma as a constant trail of friends arrived during the day to bid us farewell, and chats and cups of coffee are an infinitely preferable way of whiling away one’s last day at home for a bit than worrying about what will and won't be done.
As these things usually do, it all worked out in the end. We even found time to have a farewell snip of a couple of plants. The photograph? It’s just a marker so that we can see where things were before we left, but we’re pretty happy with the progress of the back yard, planted in November with tiny little tube stock.
Will we miss it?