Home again, home again...

We have arrived back home and are starting to adjust to our routines. We are still waking up very early (which isn't a bad thing overall), but the days are long and it's tough to last past 9 p.m. We are all glad to be back in Canada and while we know we had the trip of a lifetime, it was time for it to be done.

Approaching the gate for our flight from Edinburgh to London on our way to Halifax, Findlay asked, "what language do they speak in the country we are going to?" You know it is time for the poor guy to get back home!

We took away many great memories and it was as though we had three trips in one. The ringette one in Finland, Paris and Copenhagen as a family exploring Europe and some of its unique cultures and then Scotland to connect with relatives and the homeland (for Tullochs anyway).

The thought of Olivia's 13th birthday is now leaping into my head and the holidays approaching is never far from our consciousness (thanks to commercials and decorations everywhere). I hope we can look back on our time that seemed so long and remember all of the unique experiences we had.

Here's hoping it won't feel like the fast forward button was pushed....

Andrew inspecting Zander's 50 year old mini...completely rebuilt.

Zander's sailboat.

The Forth bridge.

Always a smile from Meredith.

Reached the top of Arthur's Seat.

Edinburgh.