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Early start to get everything packed. Then the tearful (and slightly guilt-making) farewells, ans off to drop the car off. Happily I had allowed silly amounts of extra time, which allowed for the lovely Sixt man who took us to the station in Newcastle to totally miss his junction and go via Gateshead.

Smooth journey to London, then tube and a stroll and we were home.

The rest off the afternoon was a blur of shopping and parcel collection, unpacking the house and fighting all the duvets into covers. Then dinner at a local pub with pals and FAR too much post-dinner imbibing. Also a little scrabble with chocolates.