Over the hills

A leisurely day to start with, Will due back to Bristol on a flight at 7.50pm. We had a yomp across the mountain, still murky, and a last skim down in Kitchen Cove. At 3pm I thought to have a quick check in to see if flights were on time. Holy moly (the language was a little riper)  - we had misread the flight and it was not 7.50 but  5.50pm ( a lesson here about double checking 24 hour clocks !! ) As it can take 2 hours to get to the airport, there was panic - from me anyway, Will insisting on making a sardine salad before we left at top speed for the airport! Thankfully the roads were quiet - just a massive funeral in Drimoleague and a (parked) tractor run in Bandon!  In the end we were in enough time for said sardine salad to be consumed before he departed!  Will is a man who leaves things like this to the last minute and sees no point in hanging around at airports, so was unfazed,  I had a quiet and relaxing drive home after a strong cuppa!
Himself is feeling rotten but had kindly put a baked spud in the oven. I slept like a log!