The last day

Today we said au revoir to Gaz and Vicky. Huw had gone back to West Wales mid morning. A few tears were shed, not surprising really.
We picked up Vicky at her parents, and she made her goodbyes. Again a few tears were shed.
We set off to Heathrow, and made good time. We dropped them off and I struggled to hold it together. We made our painful farewells, and left them to start their big adventure together.
As we drove back down the M4 to Kington St. Michael we passed a 10 mile traffic jam. If we had planned to arrive barely on time, we would have been severely delayed, and they might have missed their flights.
As it is now, they are about to take off, and I prefer to remember them as in this photo taken just after we had eaten in the Toby Inn at Langley.

Good luck to the both of you! x.