Beachy Bliss

We didn't spend all our time in the UK in churches.
We hit the beaches quite a lot too.
In fact, more often than we might have dared hope.
As Britain was in the grip of a freak heatwave.
Which started the day we arrived and lasted all 8 weeks.
This beach is one of our all time favourites. Collieston.
And the company is some of our all time favourite too.
Levi & Gerro. Neesee & Cherry.
Happy times!
Guy

City Suppers & Sippers

Methlick kirk was not the only church we visited on our travels.
City Church Aberdeen also invited us to their 3 Sunday services.
Our reward? Dinner with all their leaders on Tuesday evening.
One of many epicurean encounters over our 8 weeks in the UK.
Yes, a more heavyweight version of me returned to Kenya.
I am slowly deflating again now that I am back in Nairobi.
Couldn't afford a whole new set of clothes!
Guy

Methlick's Mini Marathon

We made it to Methlick, our former highland hideaway.
The village where we lived for 4 years prior to moving to Kenya.
On Sunday, we had a happy reunion at the local kirk.
Staying on afterwards for lunch with our friends.

The same good people who organise the Methlick FunD Run.
An annual New Life fundraiser. Thank you!
Guy

Sweet Sack-sess

 

Lucas finally came down from the trees at Fyvie Castle.

His school sports day was calling. Time to get into a sack.

And 'give it laldy', as we say in Scotland.

Thirsty work!

Guy

Who's Your Mume?

I love being baba and babu.
But most of all, I love being mume. To this woman.
That's the way we say husband here in Kenya.
So, living here, I get to be mume to my kids' mummy!
Guy

Lucas the Lumberjack?

Lucas was with us at Fyvie Castle too.
But he spent more time off the ground than on it.
A bone fide tree-hugger.
Guy

Babu-Less Babe

She looks better without her babu accessory, I think.

It looks like she thinks so too.
Much better, in fact.
Guy

Baba & Babu

In Kenya, the word for dad is baba.

And the word for granddad is babu.
Sounds like baboon with the final 'n' missing. No comment!
Here I am in the grounds of Fyvie Castle. Revelling in both roles.
Babu to my oldest granddaughter.
Baba to my oldest daughter.

As baba to 6 and babu to 4 (and a half), I count myself blessed.
Very blessed.
Guy

Grinning Grandparents

Rory was our fourth grandchild.
But for these two wonderful people, he was their first.
You're looking at Les & Jean. Kate's mum & dad.
They're every bit as nice as they look.
We love them. So does Rory!
Guy

Rory's Roots

Meet Rory's closest ancestors.

Looking remarkably alive and well. All things considered.

Guess the dark glasses are hiding even darker eyes.

Courtesy of a few sleepless nights, no doubt.

Keep it up, Rory. It's payback time.

Guy

Is He Really ... ?

Is it just me, or is Rory giving a cheeky wink to the camera?
Coupled with a slightly naughty, knowing smile?
And all this at just a few days old?
Hmm, I will need to watch this one carefully!
Oh, hope you spotted his wee halo of red hair?
No question who his daddy is, eh?
Guy

Eye To Eye

Rory, meet your Uncle Levi.
Levi, meet your nephew Rory.
Take a good, long look at each other.
Just the first of many times you two will be seeing each other.
Guy

Glorious Rory-ous

Our boys are not just cousins. Many times over.
They are also uncles. Four times over. Yes, four.
And here is the 'fabulous fourth' himself. Glorious Rory-ous!
Arran & Kate's first child. Our fourth grandchild.
Who arrived a few days after we did in the UK.
Nice timing, young man!
Guy