Homeward Bound

It's throwing it down outside. Lars is tiling his roof, but he has to stop now surely. Inside the cabin I am trying to make sense of all of my belongings. That which came with me and the stuff I have acquired. I hope the goods I have consumed is greater than the goods purchased and wanted. We shall see. It looks promising.

boB, Satnav Isabella (another tiff with Jane) and I are route planning. Vatta is making friends with Little Elk (?????). Elsa stands in the pooring rain getting clean and not caring. Tomorrow I finally hang the last bits on her frame, say my final Vi ses, and begin the long journey to Aahus, Denmark, and a chance to catch up with Henrik and family. It makes the going so much easier and nicer, because I feel the trip isn't over while I have people to see. I hope it stops raining. I have a final visit to the VMCK club house for coffee with the gang later. Stiff British upper lip, to brace the wobbly bottom one I hope!

"Of all the many human relationships the sweetest of all is friendship. For it is born not out of duty or blood tie, but the simple delight in the company of another."

It takes nothing away from family. It is it's own thing. Thanks to all where ever you live, and how ever we met, and how ever long ago or recent. It is what this trip has been about. Riding motorcycles and enjoying the company of friends. Laying down foundations for the future.

I have a sister and friends in England who have held the fort for me for nine weeks so far. I look forward to seeing them very much, and am hugely grateful for their help. Tuesday I board the boat to Harwich, and then the final leg home. I'll write about the final journey later. It is not over until it's over. I learend that the hard way last year.

The rain has slowed to a drizzle. Dare I take one more long forest walk down to the lake. Maybe say Hej to Roland and see how his house renervation looks on my last day? I think so, if I go now.