Homeward Bound

It's always a bit sad going home. A sign that we all had a good time.

A day of waiting around. Here we are in the hotel waiting for our bus. We then waited at the airport going out, waited a few hours for our luggage which was stuck in the hold of the plane, and then had to wait whilst the flat tyre was pumped up on our car. Going home is sad but its always nice to get home. L will say this enhanced by the fact that she tidied the house before we went away.