Home time

The long journey back has started, we're about to board from our gate and we can't wait to see Daddy!

Another horrible tearful goodbye in Stamford, I don't think I will ever get used to that and every journey will be tinged with sadness. But we look forward to the next hello, whenever that might be.

And in the mean time, we are wishing the hours away to get off that plane in Bulawayo, through immigration and get that hug I've been waiting three weeks for - and to hand the child to his Daddy!