Airport breakfast 

 

Airport breakfast. 

Another plane to catch back to the fair and windy Isle, as a friend recently called it. 

I’m happy tired and glad I have the ability to run away for a few weeks and catch up with family, friends and see a wonderful marriage begin. 

Julia flew into romanian yesterday, last minute tickets booked and making everyone as happy as could be. So we sat and had a few hours of catch up as our lives crossed paths again and we sat on the same sofa. I’m learning that a few hours can mean the world. 

R/   

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