The last time round, we didn’t really leave. There was still the room in the big house. A cupboard full of winter clothes. Yak wool socks. Bedding. Books, DVDs. Strange how things can link you to a place. Now though, now that the movers have been, and the packing’s done, now it feels a little bit more final. Like we have to say goodbye for good. Thank Tsering and the guards for everything. Take photos of the garden. Make vague noises about coming back again. Nepal’s been good. There are a million and one things still left undone. Stories to tell. Places to see. With luck, we’ll be back again.