Clouds processed across the morning sky. The primer of blue is well and truly hidden by the undercoat of flat grey, and the top coat of thick cloud. We packed our stuff ready to vacate the suite and head back eastwards. Whay does it always seem that bags shrink while you are away, and it is alsways more difficult to get all the clothes back in, than it was to put them in originally?
The Silver Vixen was due to meet Julie Hobbit before we set off, but despite giving her 15 minutes grace she didn't turn up so we headed off. We stopped briefly at Plympton to collect the Cousteau-cub and headed on. We varied the route home, by avoiding Salisbury, and sticking with the better roads. This added about 10 miles to the journey, but was more pleasant driving. In all the journey was uneventful, and we were home in just over 5 hours, averaging just 54+mpg.
Had a quiet evening watching Chelsea in the Champions League, whilst eating a take-away.
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