The last few days in Sydney were filled with sentiment - work farewells, people saying nice things. (I hope they'll say such nice things at my funeral.)
As the plane sat at the bottom of the runway, Kate asked me for my hanky. She'd been thinking about our neighbours dropping in.
I saw the wake of a windsurfer in Botany Bay outside the port window (we were facing north). As the plane roared off, we caught up with the windsurfer himself. Then we passed him.
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