Flying send off

The last days I was in our flat I was preparing to leave for fiddle camp.

Traveler was playing with his new toy - a remote control helicopter, or as a younger person in my life called it, 'a baby helicopter.'


It was great fun to try to control and even greater fun watching other people being kids in body and heart as they attempted to make it fly. Anything in the helicopter as it flew in circles would be violently ill -- until they crashed. This was very much a crashing experience --- it has already been under Traveler's sodering iron several times, and now needs more intensive surgery.




It is also nice that our old flat was captured in the background before it was dismantled into boxes.