Home from home

Back in Mr B’s ancestral homeland for a couple of days.

Very early start, mainly to drive the rabbits to their holiday camp. Fog slowed that journey so I had an alarmingly short time to pack and, accordingly, have an odd collection of mismatched clothes. So, just like normal then.

Uneventful flight. We were all in separate seats, which was a surprisingly tranquil way to travel. On then to a very warm welcome from Mrs B senior. CarbBoy hoovered down all the sausages and two pizzas in short order, then wine for grown ups, Morcambe and Wise and snoozing on the sofa.