Yesterday was the first day of the end of our UK journey – the movers have arrived. Every day I would come home to this sight, the place where we lived – an old hospital converted into a community. We will miss it.

 

         

 

         

 

On the site is a deconcecrated church where kids can play. Only in England does a beautiful church get converted into a basketball court. I am sure that the big guy is smiling down on the laughter and happiness it brings to the kids.

 

         

 

         

 

          

 

And as with most buildings in England, the church has something to commemorate the price that Britain has paid. I will always admire the British for the part they played in WWI and WWII. We owe them a huge debt of thanks. 

 

          

 

A new adventure begins.