Homeward Bound

A  wet view on the M5 as I head back home on the coach from London, the last of the back blips from the weekend.

Trish  was waiting for me at the bus station, and drove me home. It has been  a pretty full on weekend, but I enjoyed it all. Is that right to say that, when we are remembering all those that died fighting for our freedoms, I am never sure, but always thankful for those did and for those that made it home