Return home

We had a 4 hour delay at the airport in St. Lucia because of the snow in London. We flew to Gatwick and it was an over night flight. They had a choice of about 50 movies and TV programs. But I couldn’t help feeling how strange it would be getting home and couldn’t imagine it either. The thought of home after all this time. It was crazy.

 We got to Gatwick 8 hours later. It was -4 degrees. And we had to wait outside for our bus to Newport. The cold stung. When we got to Newport we got picked up by Blyth’s aunt. They dropped me off at Waitrose where my mum came and picked me up.  It was very strange seeing mum again. In a way she looked different because her hair was longer, but I recognised her face and clothes straight away and then her voice which sounded exactly the same as it always had done. She made so much noise that everyone for a mile away could hear her!

I said good bye to Blyth for the first time in a while and then we went to work to find dad. All really exciting, long time no see!  Another cool thing about getting back today is that I could pick my sister up from the ski trip and because of that I would get to see some school friends. My Mum would not leave me alone about my short very blond hair. It was quite funny. The skiers were delayed and did not get to Crickhowell until 11 o’clock. But Hetta had not changed at all either when she got off the coach.

The next day it snowed.  It was mad - lovely hot weather in St. Lucia to minus something in Wales.