It was a summer of goodbyes, and doing things for the last time, and doing things for the last time while saying goodbye.
It was sad, but would have been sadder if we weren't having so.much.fun.
Bye Bye Wallace Monument (and the monumental achievement - gettit - of Small Fry being able to bike from the bottom to the top without stopping. A year long dream of his).
Bye Bye Kay Klass Dance, which has brought out a whole other side of our wonderful Fingerling (the hip hop street dance side)
And goodbye Big Room - who seem to have loved little Crevette as much as she loved them:
And then the cousins, ah, the cousins. We marked the moment with a final canoe on the Loch (this time Venacher). And then we saw them again in Perth later that week. Cos, you know, you can't say goodbye often enough.
And then it was goodbye house (but first, we had to pack it and empty it). I would say Never Again, except I know that's a lie.
And goodbye Oma's house:
But NOT goodbye Teddy. That was just see ya later.
Goodbye Stirling:
And hello a PLANE!! Not been in one of these for a while!
