Home again, home again

We woke to glorious weather in London and were very keen to get in the car back to Devon so that we could enjoy it. A quick pit stop at Heston's Little Chef on the A303 and we were well on our way. The clouds became fewer and further between and back in Salcombe there was not a single one to be seen.

The boys were desperate to stretch their legs so we scooted up to the local outdoor pool for a bit of exercise (them, not me, I sit and read my book or catch up with the latest gossip in the sunshine).

A quick trip to the rugby club for a cider and a throw about of the new Leicester Tigers rugby ball and we are now all ready for our beds.

Another magical weekend.