Arrival

Well after all the rushing around over the last few weeks, at last it’s holiday time. I flew from Basel to Manchester, then got the train from Man airport to Carnforth. It was really the most awful train journey, when the train became extremely overpacked with football fans at Picadilly, noisy, stinking of stale alcohol. I was the only one wearing a mask. So happy to get off in Carnforth and back to my brothers, and his mother in law had
Made this lovely cake for us, modeled so nicely here by my niece.