You left this morning, and it was odd seeing your small car still here. Well, you couldn't take it with you, and I'm sure it will be loved.
We were lucky to know you, and the animals of the hothouse to have been cared by you - thank you for all the times you gave us to be free to go back to the UK/elsewhere without worry.
We will get over to New York one day, and I will be happy to get to know it a little through your pictures, thoughts and discoveries/re-discoveries of that incredible place - I know Mark for one is quite envious.
It was a perfect goodbye too: cake, fruit and no tears, just a 'well, be seeing you,' sort of thing . . . and we will.