Going Back. . .

Ish. It's 6.30 in the morning and I'm heading home. The end of our grand adventure.

Would that we were as calm as this photo. At 8pm on Monday Ul asked me if I needed to do anything special about taking the bike on the plane. Oh no I said. And he checked. We need to produce a bike sized box, get the peddles off, and be at the airport checked in by 9.15. . . I flooze to the airport and acquire the most expensive cardboard box ever - thank you Easyjet; Ul sweats end to end of Berlin on my bike, trying to find a tool strong enough to get the peddles off.

We make it. Easily. Very us again, and a fitting end.

Back to SW14. . . Another world.