Home sweet home

After putting about one and a half thousand miles on the clock, living out of bags for a while and enjoying an almost entirely rain free summer catching up with friends and family in the UK we have all been back in Nairobi for a week now and it's very good to be here. Having only been in our house for six weeks or so before we set off for the UK it's now definitely home (although there are still boxes to unpack and a few things that have yet to find their place, which to be fair has been much the same wherever we have lived). The kids have settled straight back into life here, enjoying the space for football, volley ball and other Olympics inspired activities. We have already caught up with friends, met some new arrivals and Tim and I are getting beck into the routine of working. So the normal pace of family life is gently being re- established.



July and August are relatively cool and overcast in Nairobi so whilst we have been away the garden has greened up a bit, although the cricket net that Tim is patiently creating is not yet established enough for the boys to really test it out - I am not convinced its actually for them!





And the river/ stream at the end of the garden is now home to a symphony of bull frogs (no idea of the correct collective noun but you get the picture) who come alive at night and keep the cricket and birds company. The birdsong and nighttime insect noise is one of the things that most quickly reminds me that we are in Africa. I've learnt enough from our various Birds of East Africa books to spot the kites flying overhead and the weaver birds darting about our garden but I am a long way from identifying the majority of noise makers. I do, however know that they are clearly not the "pesky chickens" that Katie claimed had roused her too early on her first morning back.


Anne