Harry set off back to Cornwall this morning. Dunno when I'll see him next... maybe I'll head down one day with a bottle of something and relive my student days.

Slightly less stuff with him than last time, but still quite a lot to carry by himself.

It slightly looks like my mum is crying here, but she's just bemoaning the fact that Harry got oil on his clean coat.

Back home to backblip my week (starting here) and have some lunch, then a walk to South Hill Park for a coffee and wander.