Our move from Washington to London seemed to go on forever. From the moment we learned last February that I would be returning to head office, through endless weeks of searches for schools, sales of American goods and chattels, hunt for a new home, packing, unpacking, two months of homelessness (not to mention wifilessness), it was two steps forward, one step sideways, 14 steps around the corner, into a basement, up the spiral staircase, out of the hole in the roof, strap on parachute, and tunnel under the brick wall.
Apart from that, there were highlights.
Here's one: the Lemaire family three-day get-together in mid-August, culminating with 106 people to lunch in my mother-in-law's garden. After a week of rain, the sun shone just in time. There will be many, many photos, but here's the aforementioned mother-in-law, an inveterate traveller across the wilds of North Africa, just after she was presented with a token of thanks for her extraordinary efforts in laying on the family fete. It was, by popular acclaim, an amazing lunch.
And that lunch, just the bottom half of the table, you understand:
And so the sun set on another epic day at the Deroche/Lemaire family seat: