Home (Day 1117)

There was yet another early start this morning as my beautiful wife and I had to get from Ayelsbury to Manchester for the first of two flights home. The car journey was, thankfully, uneventful and we arrived in good time to hand the car back and get ourselves through security. I loathe airports and their stressful nature. Our flights were on time though and there was nothing in particular to bother us on the journey.
We were collected at Kirkwall by Mum and dropped off at home to be welcomed by two very enthusiastic woofers.
It has been a great holiday, but the travelling has been really tiring and it is good to be back home. The view from the bottom of the garden is as good as ever.