Sorrow

...is returning back up the lane for one final time, only to load the car, bid farewells and return home, when you want to stay, perhaps for ever. How we wanted the lane, so long and miserable, to become even longer. Alas, it never felt so short as it did this morning.

The dogs felt it, too. They didn't want to set off down the lane, from the farm, in the first place and once we reached its end and it was time to turn back, instead of on to some new and exciting place as we had done every other time we had reached this point, they were not happy and had to be coaxed to retrace their steps and head back to our temporary home, only to leave it again and return to boring reality.