The last 5 hours of the flight seemed to pass much quicker. Once again we tried to sleep and only managed to doze now and again. We amused ourselves with the in flight videos and music, reading on and off and doing the usual walk around and stretching to keep the blood moving . I'm sure the support stockings helped, though they did itch and it was very tempting to push them down to my ankles.
Finally we were over Sydney and we enjoyed the most spectacular views of the Opera House, Harbour Bridge and Sydney all glowing in the early evening light. The buildings all lit up made it all very impressive. Truly a great welcome home.
As we were nearly an hour late because of London we had to wait until they could open up a gate for us to disembark. We sat there on the tarmac for another 15 minutes as they looked for a tug to finally pull us us to the gangway and hitch us up.
Arrival at Sydney we went through the duty free and purchased a replacement camera, unfortunately all too late for the blog, which seems to lose some of its, whatever, without the photos.
We picked up our bags and made our way through quarantine and customs.
As we had been in Rural France in the last 2 weeks I had to go through my bags to get my shoes out so they could inspect them. Beatrice had thrown hers away before she left so didn't have to produce hers.
Shoes out I pulled the socks out forgetting that I had also stuffed the golf balls Michael had given me so I spent some time chasing around the customs hall after them as they bounced around. With my golf balls recaptured and my shoes sterilised and the stones crushed that had been caught in the treads we went out into the arrival hall to be greeted with waves and shouts from our two dear daughters whom we had missed very much and were now so happy to be with once again.
We loaded the bags into Marisa's car and drove home through the rain and the dark for Beacon Hill.
Tired and exhausted we were happy to be home once again after nearly three and half months. It all felt very strange, however we knew it wouldn't take us long to sort ourselves out and settle back in once again. Knowing that our trip would all seem to have just been a dream.
In conclusion we have to say we have enjoyed our adventure and if you have been glancing at the blog every now and again you would have read that we have been lucky enough to have met some great people and seen some great places and enjoy the opportunity to live in France as a local.
I've enjoyed writing these notes and hopefully you have enjoyed reading them.
We are happy to know that Mum is safe and settling in and happy with her decision and with her email and skype up by next week we will be back in contact with each other once again.
Over our jet lag, I now finish off our blog and say goodbye until our next adventure when ever that might be.
Thank you.
Finally we were over Sydney and we enjoyed the most spectacular views of the Opera House, Harbour Bridge and Sydney all glowing in the early evening light. The buildings all lit up made it all very impressive. Truly a great welcome home.
As we were nearly an hour late because of London we had to wait until they could open up a gate for us to disembark. We sat there on the tarmac for another 15 minutes as they looked for a tug to finally pull us us to the gangway and hitch us up.
Arrival at Sydney we went through the duty free and purchased a replacement camera, unfortunately all too late for the blog, which seems to lose some of its, whatever, without the photos.
We picked up our bags and made our way through quarantine and customs.
As we had been in Rural France in the last 2 weeks I had to go through my bags to get my shoes out so they could inspect them. Beatrice had thrown hers away before she left so didn't have to produce hers.
Shoes out I pulled the socks out forgetting that I had also stuffed the golf balls Michael had given me so I spent some time chasing around the customs hall after them as they bounced around. With my golf balls recaptured and my shoes sterilised and the stones crushed that had been caught in the treads we went out into the arrival hall to be greeted with waves and shouts from our two dear daughters whom we had missed very much and were now so happy to be with once again.
We loaded the bags into Marisa's car and drove home through the rain and the dark for Beacon Hill.
Tired and exhausted we were happy to be home once again after nearly three and half months. It all felt very strange, however we knew it wouldn't take us long to sort ourselves out and settle back in once again. Knowing that our trip would all seem to have just been a dream.
In conclusion we have to say we have enjoyed our adventure and if you have been glancing at the blog every now and again you would have read that we have been lucky enough to have met some great people and seen some great places and enjoy the opportunity to live in France as a local.
I've enjoyed writing these notes and hopefully you have enjoyed reading them.
We are happy to know that Mum is safe and settling in and happy with her decision and with her email and skype up by next week we will be back in contact with each other once again.
Over our jet lag, I now finish off our blog and say goodbye until our next adventure when ever that might be.
Thank you.
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