Two whole years, the eight weeks before, the two weeks in the UK and the aftermath.
The planets aligned and we managed to fix a date to travel back to the UK to see family, booked KLM in April and then spent eight weeks thinking about it, organizing things, getting the house ready and then went off to North Vancouver the day before to be sensible.
Arriving at Vancouver airport the following day, covid restrictions regarding masks were still in force, but we went to the Fairmont and had a few maskless beers. The flight was long, but again maskless, and then we sailed through Amsterdam, a brisk flight to Manchester and a hurried beer, and after an almost invisible walk through security, we were at the car rental place within half an hour. Fiat 500 Hybrid, red and new, just the right size for parking at the apartment in Southport.
A licorice allsort in the 12 volt plug socket...
Popped a sim card in an iPhone, unlimited talk and text, 12gb data, ten pounds from Asda.
We were in business.
Two weeks went by in the blink of an eye, visits with friends, my brother, family matters sorted out, a nice goodbye and celebration of life for Karen's dad, lashings of ginger beer and a British diet for 15 days, but we fixed that when we got back to Sooke.
It was a successful two weeks.
The aftermath, well jet lag like never before, then a head cold that I was convinced was covid, but it wasn't, and here we are, three weeks after landing back in Canada, back to normal, ready for a vacation away from a vacation.
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