Our ‘Lass’ of 2016
Lugging a huge bike bag and our, albeit, compact hand luggage backpacks along the sheltered quay to the bus stop at 10am in full sun is not the recommended start to the day! Luckily, the bus was air conditioned so I managed to regain my thermostatic equilibrium.
We swooped down into Palma’s gleaming underground bus station and we’re delighted to find that it was just a quick ride up in the lift to ground level and the bus to the airport.
We emerged, disoriented in the day light and scurried for shade like lizards. We boarded the No 1 Airport bus, Ian having to get on at the back door because of his bike bag being too large to fit in the front. After a little way we decided to check that this was indeed going to the airport. Ah! No! Wrong direction! So we had to lumber off the bus and stagger back to the beginning. To add salt to the wounds, we had to pay again for the airport bus that was going in the right direction. Plus, Ian received a right ear wiggling for boarding at the wrong door.
The rest of the journey was uneventful for us, although we did arrive a little late and had to wait until the very end of the baggage reclaim to pick up the bike. Amelia kindly volunteered to come and pick me and the bike up whilst Ian and Keira went to fetch the tiny hire car we had ordered (which embarrassingly turned out to be not so tiny after all!!!!) Many thanks, Meels!
After a proper cup of Yorkshire tea, made with Yorkshire water, and by Yorkshire folk we were fully revived and raring to go to the weekly quiz night in Grassington.
Can’t say that I did much actual quizzing but thoroughly enjoyed catching up with everyone from the gang.
On Thursday, Keira and I walked over to Linton to go home and retrieve a few items of clothing for our day at the graduation. It was lovely to see how the garden had come on and to see how well Jon is looking after the house. Items found; we met up with Ian in the Fountaine, approved its new outdoor livery and had a nice chat with Chris and Nat and had a quick bite to eat then headed back to the Vyvyans to say a fond farewell.
We had a major debacle with the postal voting forms for the referendum. They had all arrived in Oxford after Keira left to go to Spain so we were unable to complete them! We were very upset not to be able to exercise our hard earned right to vote but there was nothing we could do.
We were woken to cries of dismay from Keira early on Friday morning when she heard the news about the outcome of the referendum. The people had spoken and we will have to get on with it and live with the consequences but she has just completed a degree in French so one can sympathise wiey ho!!!
We had a quiet night in Oxford on the Friday and then were up early Saturday as we were advised to arrive two hours before the start of the graduation ceremony. So plenty of time to collect gowns, meet some of Keira’s friends and take lots of photographs. Good fun despite the rain.
The ceremony itself was just over a hour long. There were speeches from the head of the Governing body, and from the vice chancellor, then the presentations were made. All topped off by an amusing speech from Paul Mayhue – who has scripts for The Vicar of Dibley and Mrs Brown’s Boys among his credits.
Apologies for what might seem like crowing, but it’s not often your daughter is awarded a first class joint honours degree in English and French Studies. She also won the prize for achieving the highest marks in English Literature. (She was well chuffed with the £50 cheque that came with the prize.)
She has worked conscientiously and with great determination. Of course, we are thoroughly proud of her achievements and are still glowing at thoughts of how much she has grown in confidence and capability over the years.
(Proud parent moment over a thanks for your indulgence!)
Next day, after another round of emotional goodbyes we flew back to Mallorca.