My trip to Denver had been everything I could have hoped for - but all too soon it was over. We made our way to the airport, and were soon winging our way back across the continent to Newark airport. As we approached to land, we had a spectacular view of the whole Manhattan skyline. But as we did not have the window seat, Arthur chose not to photograph it - after all, we’d be back in September...

Time would tell.

Another flight saw us safely back to London, with the whole summer ahead of us. The next day I stayed in bed while Arthur flew to Paris for the day. With his PhD research planned for completion at the end of August, he wanted to find out about employment options at the Paris air show. I chose not to go. For a start, I was very tired, and had no desire to get up at 5am the day after returning from the US. Besides, I had other travels to look forward to.

A few weeks later, we flew up to the Isle of Man to see Arthur's grandparents. This is an annual occurrence, and we had an excellent time. We also had New York to look forward to. There was one problem. Arthur's experiments had not quite gone according to plan - some of the instrumentation had been causing problems - and he had now decided to postpone our New York trip to the end of October - which as it turned out was just as well. However, Uncle Bob was going to visit us at the end of August - and we were going to take a trip to see the city of Paris.

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