Time to say goodbye.

Ben and the children waved me off from Truro station after a couple of minor hiccups this morning. Eightyhundred hours later, my Mum met me at York Station.

It's a long way. I ran my phone battery almost flat texting people mostly Ben to break up the journey. The return journey will be better - Teignmouth and the Tamar Bridge are much more exciting than Chesterfield's crooked spire and Meadowhall...