The green green grass ...

.... of Cork!
Lashing rain in the, wrecked after all the excitements of the weekend we managed a quick blipmeet and reviving cuppa with Serpent - lovely to catch up again. Then it was a coach down the M something or other in the pelting rain to Heathrow. But goodness me! Heathrow terminal 2 has changed somewhat - all sparkly and clean and pleasant. Son#1 met us at Cork, he'd remembered the way, found the key, fed the cats and made a chilli. All good.