Saying goodbye to your children is a hard thing to do. Have done it several times now - university, world tour, leaving home for good - but the latest one is for a bit longer than most. Universities have terms. Living away from home has visits back if the new home is in England.
Said goodbye to Jon (feel a temptation to retun to 'ickle 'onny language for some strange reason even though he is 25 and growed up) this morning as he and Carys prepare to spend the next one to three years in Soka City, Japan as English teachers.
This time he has had to buy a suit. That's serious. We had a nice late evening last night in the Old Barn, Wraxall (Where's this pub been all my life? I'd bring my friends here) and on Saturday, via Exeter and Gerrard's Cross, they long-haul into the future.
We have the internet. He'll probably call and sound like he's in the next room. And he may be back at Christmas. Still tough though.