We arrived safely home last night from our three week stay back home at my parents'.
How can three weeks pass by so quickly?
A few nights before we left David (5) said to me, 'I thought we were going to stay for lots and lots of beds, like 20 beds?' I told him that we had and he replied, 'Are you sure? It doesn't feel like it!'
So it wasn't just me.
On our last evening my beloved and I lined up some tin cans and had a bit of a shooting competition.
We're quite the romantics, I know.
His aim was far better than mine, but my excuse was that the gun was quite heavy, and a bit rusty too, and obviously designed for a man. Still, I did manage to hit the target, as you can see from the fourth photo.
I always love being home on the island and a bit sad to leave.
However, once we get home to our own wee house, I'm glad to be home here too. I think three weeks was about long enough to be away.
And look what I found waiting in the garden when we got back.