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It's been a long day, starting with a reveille on the Brittany ferry at 5:30am and being spilled onto a quayside in Portsmouth in the grey dawn of a Monday morning at 6:30am.

The trip up through the south and the Midlands to Hull was uneventful and his Lordship decided to carry on from there to get home tonight.

We may have beaten the French soundly in the Olympic medals league (although we are very well acquainted now with the French medal winners!) but I have to say that we fail rather miserably on the motorway front.

We motored all the way from Niort to Caen via Nantes and Rennes on well maintained and relatively quiet motorways with no traffic cones and no road works, only to arrive in Britain to the M27 and the M25, roads which are busy and congested with so much street furniture that it would be a shame not to have an investment in them for a good return of income.

However, we're home safe and sound to be greeted with this view of a glorious sunset with our landmark of Arthur's Seat in the background.

East, West, Hame's Best, as they say, but we wouldn't have missed the last ten days for anything.