the journey

The thing about moving a family is: you have to take the family with you.

disclosure: I hate travelling with other people, even my own family.

After a couple of nights with my parents the packers finally finished packing and so we left just after 9... and promptly got stuck behind an accident on the M8.

Other than that the trip wasn't that bad - the weather was good, we only needed two stops and the traffic wasn't too bad. Of course the cat didn't stop meowing for about 200 miles. But hey ho. 200 miles.

Finally made it to the new house just after 7pm. Apparently the new house isn't too bad.

Picture taken at the first stop at Annadale Water - surprisingly nice for a motorway service station, warm sunshine and a plethora of wee birds to collect the crumbs.