We woke; naturally. I pottered, she dozed before necessity got us into the shower and out on the bikes; a quick brunch hastily scoffed first.

To hers; and miraculously there was no scene of devastation; 2 boys, 2 girls and minimal mess. So I hid briefly over a flat with in the Forest Cafe (was it formerly the Forrest Cafe?) before a wind assisted blast west to forage; £3 merlot at Lidl, some lightbulbs and tea bags. All the food groups covered, then. 

Home we went; and a quiet afternoon / evening as everyone bade farewell to the weekend and tacitly accepted the inevitability of Monday and all that came with it. We managed some relative peace before an enjoyable and much needed 24 hours of us wound up with a rude awakening of a cold ride home.