Jonny & Ming Ming in Lincolnshire

Here they are, the final people to come through Immigration and Passport Control.   All the hoops have been jumped through, the visa checked, questions asked - Jonny and Ming Ming can now begin their holiday in England.

Our tiny local airport was closing down for the night - the doors were locked behind us - as we made our way out through the car park.    

It was almost ten o'clock at night and the staff wanted to go home.   

So did we.

The young ones were up and about before George and I got up to let the hens out and see to the animals.   Their bodies were still on Shanghai time.    

Ming Ming has a particularly soft spot for Bennie, who adores all the attention.

Here they are trying to work out which hen is Xiaou Ji 

George is the only one who knows for sure.

Keeping in touch with their friends in China...

Hats on - and off to the fruit farm along the road, strawberries for tea!

The guardian of the gate, what a poser.

Despite my protestations that she is on holiday, and should be relaxing,

Ming Ming has been cooking some superb Chinese meals.

She is a far better cook than I will ever be.

Ingredients are beautifully sliced, diced, 

and beautifully arranged.

The food is spicy and delicious.

Young Francesca loves Ming Ming's meals.

The spicier the better, as far as she is concerned.

Harry hasn't tried one yet - it seems to be party season

amongst his many friends - so we scarcely see him.

However, he called round a little after 7 a.m. yesterday.

He wanted to see his two favourite people 

- and he didn't mean Grandpa or Grandma!

I couldn't resist taking a photograph of  Ming Ming wearing my special apron.

No doubt you are already on photo-overload, so I won't post any more just now.

It is wonderful having Jonny home and it is a genuine pleasure having Ming Ming here
 to stay with us for a few weeks.      

She is not only beautiful to look at, but she has a wonderfully bubbly personality.

There is no language barrier, despite the fact that our Mandarin is non-existent and Ming Ming's English
is slightly less than perfect.

Her smile lights up the place
and her enthusiasm is contagious.
She is great fun to be with.

The fields around our place are festooned with beautiful red poppies.

Ming Ming was amazed...

In China they are not permitted to grow them,

and if they did

the police would chop them down

and the farmer would be in big trouble..!

Most evenings we have been treated to a special Chinese tea ceremony.

I'll post about it, next time.

x

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