'At the bend of the road I looked back again and saw the gold light die behind her; then I turned the corner, passed the village school, and closed that part of my life forever."                             Laurie Lee

I'm not off to the Spanish Civil War, only back to Scotland, but sometimes it seems that my life is a series of goodbyes. Then again, you could say that every goodbye means another hello. D waiting at Lockerbie station with a raincoat at the ready, and Jess in the car with the kind of welcome that only a dog knows how to give :-)