Into the gloom

Travelling north on the M6 this evening and it's a real miserable, wet one.

We stopped off in Shropshire to check over the house; all well except our neighbour seems to have acquired our black wheelie bin. It's not a problem, just would've been nice if they'd asked. Gave our other neighbour, who's been looking out for things for us, a bottle of Orkney's finest gin as a thank you.

I really have no idea when I'll see the family again. Strange to part with no forward plans possible.