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In less than a week we return to the red soils and warm winds of Uganda after this, our first return to the UK. We say farewell to chilly Spring mornings and beautiful blossom and the ceaseless shout of the ocean. It will be two years before we experience those bountiful blessings again.
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I’ve never been the best at dealing with unexpected changes to the plan. I like to know what I’m doing, I like to know where I need to be and at what time. It means, from time to time, I find myself growing frustrated in those moments where unexpected disruptions crop up and delay me or completely alter my carefully constructed plans.
Technically it was our second Christmas in the country of Uganda, but we were so recently arrived before the first one that the memory seems slightly hazy. Our possessions, Christmas tree and decorations included, were still in transit at that point, and we were without many of our home comforts.
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I’ve always loved rainy mornings. There’s something about waking up to the patter of raindrops on the roof which I find incredibly refreshing and relaxing, and it’s definitely something I got used to living in England. This morning we woke to the sound of rain, and while it’s a familiar sound it’s also quite different. The sound of the rain is magnified on our metal roofs and is often punctuated by incredible claps of thunder. Its also substantially heavier than the endless days of drizzle I remember. Even the smell of it is different; desperately desired water falling on the dusty ground of Africa creates a different scent to droplets falling on tarmac and well laid lawns.
