Empty nest

Ouch. Both girls left the island around the same time this morning. B was on the runway for an hour waiting for fog to lift. J, meanwhile, was on the boat (also late, as observed by a certain lone photographer in the drizzle). I knew I would be hit in the gut by an episode of empty nest angst. 

An afternoon spent with friend I at the motor festival proved a great distraction. Especially the bit where cars and bikes raced at considerable speed around a little park, turning its perimeter into a rubber burned, smoggy race track. Fun to watch! Some close friends of mine organise this event so I'm glad it's been a success, despite the changeable weather.

Back to work mode tomorrow. That's gonna hurt too!