The Little Barn

Four hundred and twenty two miles, ten and a half hours - but just as the sun dropped below the horizon we pulled up at our home for the next two weeks.
By UK standards it was a blissfully uneventful drive South - with the bizarre bonus of bumping into a school friend I've not seen for thirty years at Gloucester Services. No my memory isn't that good, thank heavens for Facebook.

The cottage is very bijou and lovely, all on one level and with dog walks right from the door. I've two days of mobility left to explore the area before the couch beckons. Pooch is very bemused by the whole experience.
Sadly the broadband is clearly powered by an unfit hamster running in a wheel somewhere, so my blipping may well be sporadic.