Barbican

I left Plymouth under grey skies, which I soon felt wistful for as I drove through torrential rain for the next 6 hours, the whole way questioning the life choices that have led me to live 330 miles from 4 elderly parents / step parents. 

Anyway, I am safely home. The bin hasn't been emptied, no washing/tidying/wiping down of worktops has been done and the dog hasn't had fresh water since Sunday - not that Lizzie is too bothered, being a dog she prefers stagnant ditch water anyway....

Despite all that, I love being home.