Washington Flyover

The journey back up from Nottingham and we made it to Washington before Arlo decided he needed a break and a babycino (something of a cafe-based obsession for the boy).

As is the norm on long journeys the car is filled with the sounds of Ally Bally, Wheels on the Bus, Pop Goes the Weasel and sundry other childhood classics. We did sneak Friendly Fires on for a little while, but the backseat DJ grew impatient.