A Magic Bus will bring Perran home tomorrow.
It is a proof of the rapid passing of time that before I have even made time to blog about his departure, he will return.
He and Amy have been inter-railing in Northern and Eastern Europe.
I never had a copy of their itinerary, but looking at my phone, have received messages from Amsterdam, Berlin, Vienna and Budapest.
There were also other cities from which I did not receive a text. And the texts that I did receive were not from Perran, but from Amy, as his phone had stopped working.
Perran is a vegan and will have had some interesting negotiations and compromises with local cuisine. There was also the tricky question about how much money it was safe to carry, especially as travellers’ cheques are no longer in vogue.
However, I did not waste time worrying about Perran.
I could say that it is because, at twenty, he is officially a grown-up now.
But probably it is really because I am getting better at being the mother of grown-ups.