Babe I'm Leaving

This morning began with breakfast served beautifully again... and then a text from Tooli. 

"Where are you, I'm ready". 

So we packed up, settled the bill and headed over to collect Tooli's excess packing. 

I nearly died when i received this photo - our car is definitely not that big.   I was a bit calmer when we arrived and discovered her laying on the pavement.  She took the photo from a prone position, sprawled on the ground. 

We got it all loaded up, lots of hugs, no tears, because she will be home in 5 days. 

The drive home was far better than the drive down.  It started estimating the drive 2 hours shorter than Friday's.

We stopped again at Westmoreland.. North Bound this side, which isn't our favourite, but the ducks are cute - see extra.    

We always laugh when we do a drive further than Birmingham- our Dear old Nunk - so long gone now used to tell us to plan to split the journey.    Stopping around Westmoreland would have been the limit of his drive if he was going past Manchester.   Overnight stop required. 

You should have heard him when we told him we were driving to France, overnight, after a day's work.   It would all end in tragedy, he believed.   A driving holiday to France would have required 2 overnights in UK before even approaching the channel.    How we loved his instructions. 

Anyhoo- we made it home by 1730.  Leaving at 11 that morning, the trip was indeed 2 hours shorter.  Who knew the GPS worked like that.  

What did we do?   Headed to the allotment of course.   We hadn't asked anyone to water, so whilst we had been in a grey-skied, but very warm Oxford, Ayrshire was basking in 24 degrees.  All our plants were Squealing for water. 

I picked some of the sweetpeas and a couple of strawberries.  We removed some leaves from cabbages and sat in wonder at our three-foot high potatoes. 

We came home and sat down and yawned.  

We were so tired. 

But what a wonderful trip.