And we are home. It was wonderful being away, but nothing beats being greeted by your cats, and climbing in to your own bed.
Today is going to be about washing, washing and more washing, and we might just muster the energy to rustle up a roast dinner. Happy Sunday, all.
Today is our last day in Egypt; it has been a wonderful trip of a lifetime and I would urge anyone who wants to visit to do so.
My paternal Grandfather was stationed here in 1948, and my maternal Grandfather took me as a four year old to the World Museum in Liverpool, which has a permanent Egyptology exhibition. That museum visit as a little girl really captured my imagination, and I have wanted to visit Egypt ever since. We have been very fortunate to be able to travel here, and have enjoyed wonderful sights and hospitality. Inshallah, we'll be back.
Now though, it's time to pack up, take one last lingering look at the Nile, and head home. Winter awaits...
It has been wonderful being able to catch up with so much reading on this holiday. One of my favourites was reading Agatha Christie's memoir of her time spent at archeological sites with her husband, renowned archaeologist Sir Max Mallowan. Published in 1946 'Come, tell me how you live' recounts the couple's expeditions to Syria in the 1930s. So heartbreaking to think of what has become of that beautiful country, where so many secrets still lay buried beneath the sand.
We have spent an utterly captivating day at The Valley of the Kings. It was topped off by visiting the tomb of Tutankhamen and being the only visitors there. An incredible experience to see such a beautiful and famous sight. This photograph was taken at Howard Carter's house. Carter was the archaeologist who discovered the tomb in 1922 with Lord Carnarvon; this is study, much as he left it after spending ten years cataloging his finds.
Stuffed to the gills after lunch at Sofra in Luxor, for what was surely the best meal we've had since arriving in Egypt. We've spent the morning sightseeing at the Luxor Temple and the Luxor Museum. The Valley of the Kings beckons tomorrow, but for now the swimming pool is calling... Happy Monday!
We have spent a wonderful morning in Coptic Cairo, where many of Egypt's 10% Christian minority dwell. This picture was taken inside 'The Hanging Church' near the old Roman fort of Babylon, so called because it is suspended, in part, over the old watergate. The Coptic Museum was another gem, we had it to ourselves, and some of the artefacts are the oldest Christian items to be found anywhere, including the oldest known copy of the Psalms. A must see.
After a truly magical day in the Land of the Pharaohs we are heading south to Aswan tonight. We have had a wonderful stay at The Windsor Hotel; established in 1893 the hotel remains remarkably unchanged since its days as a haunt for British Officers. A must see if ever you are in Cairo. Much is set to change here in the coming years, with a new administrative centre of government and modern tourist museum being built. If you'd like to see the Cairo of old, I would urge you not to leave it too long before planning a trip. Fabulous place.
We're home from wonderful Wales after a lovely weekend with my husband's family. Sadly no time to venture in to 'Welsh Wales' (as my Aunt calls it) this time, but I'm reminiscing about beautiful Snowdonia today.
Remember, remember, the fifth of November... Guy Fawkes night is definitely the highlight of my autumn: the smell of bonfire smoke lingering in the air, wrapping up warm to watch fabulous displays, memories of fireworks in our back garden and holding my first sparkler as a little girl. Not to mention toffee apples, cocoa and piping hot baked potatoes...
Happy Caturday! With grateful thanks to @hannnoir for this gorgeous capture of my Margot. I hope you all have lovely days planned; we're off to our nephew's christening for what should be a very special family occasion.
Pumpkins in the glasshouse. I love Victorian engineering; all that cast iron and glass, bringing forward and delaying the growth of fruit and vegetables, long before the advent of fridges and supermarkets. The BBC's Victorian Kitchen Garden is my favourite TV programme, and I make a beeline for any glasshouse and walled garden I see; magical places.
I've woken up to the smell of beef casserole wafting around the house from the slow cooker, and it's the #gbbo final today. Fingers crossed it'll be a good one! Happy Tuesday, one and all!