Making tracks

A day of travelling, first by train from Florence to the main station in Pisa, then the airport shuttle train, then the plane home.  The blip is a reminder of the swathes of poppies by the tracks as we whizzed along.

All uneventful, other than an emergency at LD's house involving a fairly enthusiastic leak, stopcock location, panic and having to board a plane at the same time.  What a blessing someone was home to deal with it!

It's been a wonderful break, mostly because of the rare opportunity to see each other for a sensible length of time and indulge in idle chatter.  We will do it again; already I'm researching destinations from local airports ...