Realised when trying to see my way round the motorway junction on g-maps that I was only about a mile away (as the crow flies) from the little church on the hill where my great-grandmother Bridget is buried. Went there once with DaveH, but that was before I'd started blipping. The view is beyond her grave to the vista of Warwick framed by the yew trees, and with a bonus sheep.
Then drove on down to Farnham to my lovely brother's house, spotting numerous red kites on the way - D v jealous. Several more of the family (niece, great-nephew, great-niece + boyfriend) came round for a tea and a blether. Later we walked round to the Six Bells and had a meal - old friend Pauline should have joined us but wasn't well enough unfortunately.