It didn't matter. We don't holiday in the UK and expect perfect weather. That is part of the charm.
We started packing, and the Gorse Fox took the first loads to the car, stopping to pay the bill before going to breakfast. By this time, the sun was pouring in through the windows, blinding the Gorse Fox. Fortunately, the couple at the next table left, and the staff were able to close the blinds.
After breakfast, we finished packing and said our farewells to the staff and to Betty and Barney Rubble. By now the clouds had disappeared and we had a clear blue sky from horizon to horizon. It seemed a shame to be leaving but the drive home crosses some fabulous scenery that would look wonderful on such a clear day.
The journey was quite extraordinary. There were neither delays nor hold-ups for the first 130 miles. The first time we had to queue was when we got to the Bognor Road roundabout at Chichester, 4 miles from home. Even that was but a few moments.
We have had a quiet afternoon, interrupted only by a phone call from Ellie to tell the Gorse Fox that Tottenham was beating Chelsea 2-0. These are the sort of priorities that are rightly instilled in her. We have just finished dinner (only one course tonight, not the five that we have been used to).
It was a lovely break.
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