We are going on a bear hunt.

Cases packed and unpacked as I try to be ruthless and throw out all the clothes I felt were necessary but had meant that you need the muscles of the great kwang to even lift it a centimetre off the ground.

Youngest son has been given a thousand instructions, none of which he has heard, as he will be holding the fort and looking after the dogs while we are away.

It is now therefore, just becoming a reality that we will be sailing from Southampton to South America tomorrow.

I may be even quieter than I have been since our house move as the cost of wifi is astronomical in these ships. Back on December 3rd. Have a great few weeks everyone.