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A very long day on the road, but incident free (well, apart from one eh, move over! moment).  

A lovely wee padstal in Wolmaranstad for lunch, then home to a raucous welcome from Miss Millie and her wee nutty pal, Mr Watson.

His coat seems to have grown a fair bit, he has almost destroyed his (was) new collar, and had ripped a cushion on his basket so there were wee bit of filling all over the garden.

But do we care? Not a jot, it is good to be home, especially to our own bed.