England's green and pleasant

After hours of flying, sitting around airports and general messing about, I got back to Manchester at 11pm (UK time) - which felt like 7am Mongolia time, only to find that somewhere along the line, I had been separated from my baggage, and my case was missing. I filed the necessary report, and got back to Maulds to collapse in bed for a few hours. 

A full roast lunch with Mike, ans a Sunday afternoon walk round Maulds was all I needed to remember what a great place England is - even though the temperature was about 20 degrees colder than what I'd been used to over the past couple of weeks.