Tea time

At Wetherby services.

Friday night on the A1 used to be a regular occurrence. Not so much any more. First long distance (well 180 miles) journey as a family of 4. It was all remarkably smooth.

And having spent the 2nd half of the journey watching lorries, trying to spot postman pat vans and 'counting' cars T went to sleep pretty quickly, K fed to sleep in the dark relatively quickly too and Ad offered to stay in the dark with them so I got a cheeky glass of wine and an hour or so catch up with my parents. It was lovely.