We’re getting ready to go home – packing bags, searching for passports, and saying goodbye to our friends. It’s perfectly sunny today, the ocean is sparkling, the surfers are out and kites are flying high in the blue sky. Yet, Mr S and I are looking forward to being back in Dorset. My mother has been round to our cottage and reports that the roses are in full bloom around the front door and the woodpecker is still busy in the garden. I will miss all of our Californian friends so much, but I can’t wait to be back in my summerhouse, writing away at the bottom of the garden.