Hello, English summer

Is that your plane, Granny?
Hooray!
And Granddad, too!

Oh, what a long, long, journey: from Hobart to Heathrow in three hops (via Melbourne and Singapore)! By the time the taxi dropped us off chez Bug Pugglesworth we'd been on the go 36 hours door-to-door. Hardly slept a wink on the journey, so energy levels running on empty. That said, when our grandpug arrived home from daycare, I had to summon the energy for lots of football and cuddles. What a lovely welcome! Now we're resting till BP's momma and poppa get home from work.

We've arrived to warm, summer sunshine - strange when it was autumn in Oz only yesterday (just backblipped if you'd like to see some lovely leafy colour).