Aspirations...

Forty? What, forty whole English miles per hour? That'd be delightful. 

Unlikely though.

In truth, this was taken yesterday, but it could as easily be today's and I'm too worn out from driving to care. Just under six and a half hours yesterday, to drive the 220 miles from home to my mum's on the north Wales coast. Then, today, just over five hours to drive back.

The good thing is that, although Molly Campervan is better at fifty than eighty and could never hope to achieve the latter, nobody was doing eighty and most of us were happy if we were doing thirty. Motorway saturation, achieved.

Anyhow, we are home and we have a couple of days of family time - before we do it all again...