Wet.
Windy
14 degrees
I must be home.

Left B’s at 11.
Journey okay … a lot better than it looked heading south.
It felt very sad to drive by the Liverpool turn off. 
It’s strange and poignant how our blip lives are connected.

Once home I went straight out to check everything in the garden, sorted the camping gear, etc, and went for a late cycle round the block when it stopped raining.