Been back home for a couple of hours now, having driven all the way back from Cornwall this morning/afternoon. Karen and I took turns but even so it was a long and tiring journey, with a short stop at Stonehenge on Salisbury plain for a little light (or should that be heavy?) relief. Our little VW Polo did a great job of getting us there and back, and tootling around the lanes of Cornwall while we were there, but it’s now looking as tired as I am.
All of which is my way of saying I’m too tired to write a proper post about the holiday at the moment. I’ll put all the gory details up here, with pictures, over the weekend.
Is it bedtime yet?