Farewell

It was a difficult morning. The sun had come out and it was getting hot. It was fast becoming another perfect day. Cousteau-Cub and the Coventry Hobbit, who had stayed the night, made the most of the pool whilst the rest of us set about our packing and tidying up ready to leave.

 We were trying to ignore the inevitability of parting, chatting about all and sundry, but the Gorse Fox suggests it was a case of keeping a stiff upper lip for all of us.

By lunchtime we had to bow to the inevitable. We were packed and ready, CC and CH had a few things they needed to take back to their house - and so GF loaded their stuff and the Silver Vixen and GF took CC back to the house whilst CH road his motorbike back with Bruno the dog, tagging along behind.

It was sad to say our goodbyes - but we had had a super time and had a wonderfully relaxing holiday. Driving back to the villa, we loaded up the car, locked up, and set off on the first stage of the trip home.