Home, Sweet Home

Day 8: On which we made it home in one piece to lovely Lincolnshire.

We have wide, straight roads (cheers, the Romans) and everything is so, so flat. Our sheep know their place (in a beautifully symmetrical rectangular field) and the humans are in charge. No one over the age of 8 ever gets car sick. There are no disused mine shafts to fall down or mountains to get lost on. Each day is pretty much the same as the one before it and our idea of excitement is identifying a mystery vegetable in a field.

The Lakes were stunningly beautiful, we had a really great time and the people were lovely, helpful and friendly, BUT I love where I live best of all and I am so pleased to be home.