The hills of home

A long journey home, as ever it took me twice the time to do half the distance once I reached the UK, the M6 should carry a government health warning.

But my drive through the night in France paid dividends as I was straight onto the Tunnel train and eventually back for what the weather folk are proclaiming to be the last day of summer - hopefully they'll be wrong, but with an excited pooch running circles around me when I opened the door there seemed little as worth doing as taking her for a walk up onto the Scar. Regular followers might recognise a certain tree, time was we'd have headed for there, but in her advancing years Pushka seems to prefer more sitting and pondering and less roaming and wandering. Suited me fine.

A loonnnggggg bath (note to self, really must get on with altering the French bathroom) and now out with Mrs IttH - hope to catch up with you all soon.