We went to Comrie, a place where my family used to visit every week (we had a caravan there) and a place that holds a lot of really treasured memories.
I wanted to go there because of those reasons and because, quite simply, it's a really beautiful place.
We walked for miles (approx. 8 of them) and just blethered and spent time together, time which is quickly running out.
It was emotional, yes. But at the same time, it was good. I felt really connected to my Dad. He's my guy. If it wasn't for him, who knows where or what I'd be. He's a good man. A flawed man, absolutely (who isn't?) But he's kind, gentle and always tries to see the good in things.
I feel good knowing he has my back, that he supports me in this whole "lets move a bajillion miles away" thing.
Just a few pictures of the day (apologies for the non-rotated ones...)
The beauty of the hills and the countryside was soothing. Especially as today is my last full day in the UK and things will be hectic.
Off to get ready for lunch with my Dad and my sister. Another emotional roller coaster... Will probably post a last minute blog this evening, just to purge the nerves and the fear and the excitement.
Soon...
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