This has been our last weekend in this cottage, in our village in Berkshire, where we’ve lived for the past three and a half years. The place where we made new friends, brought a baby home and started a married life.

Our last weekend has been spent eating ice cream in the boiling heat, berating the lack of a paddling pool (and using an oven cleaning tray instead), packing, packing and more packing, stacking, catching glimpses of the historic Andy Murray Wimbledon victory as we lugged boxes past the living room, shouting the score to whoever was at the top of the ladder, attempting to stop an inquisitive three year old from unpacking everything…

And then giving up the lot and heading to the pub for tea. Continue reading »