Friday was awful-weather wise. We packed the car up in between torrential downpours and set off in search of the M6. We stopped for Brekkie at the first services and decided then to head home without the detour to Ross On Wye. The rain was incessant and hubby was doing a good impression of a pirate with a wooden leg minus the parrot. The journey home took 9 hours due in part to holiday traffic and the M6 being one long roadwork. It was a long day and by the end of it I came with my own health warning!
It was a nice few days away, all over too quickly.