Maybe it’s because it’s our Nephew’s birthday this weekend.  Maybe it’s because of the Olympics.  Maybe it’s because Andy Murray is doing terribly well at Wimbledon and no one at the BBC will shut up about it.  Maybe it’s because my machine has broken and I feel like I have achieved nothing at all today.

Whatever the reason is, we are missing home.  Big time.

They say the grass is always greener, but I would trade anything with anyone right now for the cold and grey tinge of Blighty.  If anyone fancies a crap load of stress, 31 degrees and (fairly) blue skies, please do message me.  Because nothing is better than home.

Not even all the rum punches in the world.

Less melancholy, more photography to come this weekend 😉

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