The South

Monday, and up and moving. Downstairs for another nice breakfast -- the owner chatting to us. A lovely woman. Then after paying we mooched our gear into the car, and then went to see Matt in Acorn & Pip where Reuben works. It's a toyshop, with excellent educational toys, sells clothes, and has some tables for coffee and teas. Reuben's boss stopped to chat too. A lovely bloke. Said cheerio to Reuben, then Matt walked us to our car. It had been brilliant to see them both.

Off then driving up across the high hills and down into valleys, including the one where the filmed Last of the Summer Wine, until we made it onto the M1 after being rerouted due to an accident. A fairly miraculous journey home, with few slow bits, and even the hideous M25 behaved itself. The time went fairly quickly, we did a crossword, listened to music, and so on. We were home in Seaford at about ten past four, but drove to Morrisons first to get a bit of shopping in. 

Having spent five hours at the wheel, Lorraine needed to decompress.  I called Mum, and had a gossip before getting busy sorting out cat litter trays, laundry and cooking.  Pleased it felt so good to be home. 

Beth had told us Brian has a bad paw, and he was still suffering from it. Off to the vet tomorrow for him. 

Below Phoebe, wanting attention from Lorraine, who she loved. I'm not a big fan of dogs, but Phoebe was a dog of distinction. Then two car snaps, while still in Yorkshire through the windscreen.