At Shiptonthorpe: freedom!

Car journeys are like sitting through a rain storm before the sunshine comes out. Only when the journey takes twice as long as it was meant to, it begins to feel like a little desperate. The service stops begin to only serve to extend the madness even longer, although the last stop in this barley field felt like a much needed release.

Back in the car, and finally into bed much later than intended.......but tomorrow the fun begins.....x