It may have been bright yesterday, but it was grey, damp, and mizzly in the Cotswolds, when we woke up. We had thought about stopping off in Cirencester, but the weather really wasn't conducive to doing the tourist thing.
We had a good hotel-breakfast, with lashings of tea and coffee and an endless supply of toast. Urban-Cub and Pistol Pete joined us and carved their way through their own mountainous breakfast. We decided that the best thing to do would be to get on the road as soon as possible and just head home. The journey was pretty uneventful and we were home in a couple of hours.
Clearly Jasper was pleased to see us, but a bit snooty over our night away. Chris and Maureen had come in to check on him and give him some attention, so he wasn't too badly off!