Last day blues as we packed up Avalon.

George, from the boatyard, turned up promptly to motor Avalon to her winter home.

He expertly manoeuvred her away from the pontoon.

Very strange to see someone else at the helm, and we’re not on board.

A moment for reflection and thanks to Avalon for being our home and transport for so many weeks.

Taking our packed lunch, we walked to the beach. Observing the families, we were reminded how little obesity we’ve seen in Ireland. We wonder whether this is because bars often don’t serve food, and there are fewer fast food outlets, or is a different lifestyle?

Sitting admiring the view, we realised the boatyard is opposite the beach. By lucky chance, and zooming in, these photos manage to capture Avalon already being lifted out to be chocked on the hard.

Unbelievably it was too hot on the beach, so we sought out shade at the Dock Bar…

…and were joined by a friend. Despite loving our Leap (Transport for Ireland) travel cards, we were grateful to Noel for a lift to the airport, especially as he has his children home before they emigrate. Cork airport is quiet and friendly and we were through to the departure lounge in 10 minutes.

Sadly the flight was delayed 45 minutes, and although the Stansted bus dropped us directly at baggage reclaim, bypassing passport control again, it was very late by the time we met Kate and Richard who had stayed up to drive us home. Our thanks and gratitude to them, too!

Not sure we’ll keep this up, but we took time to continue our morning swim routine. The North Sea feels positively balmy.

Great to be home, but missing Ireland - we love the country and the people. Of course, we’re also missing Avalon. Thank you for sharing in our adventures, and hope you’re looking forward to the next time as much as we are.