Heading north again.

The house is clean and clear and the van is well loaded. Well ... overloaded. I was concerned it wouldn’t get this far. I had reason too as after 12 hours driving, I got to the final hill and the van wouldn’t do it. I parked up and left it till the morning, which was a wise move - backing down a single track road in the pitch dark in the rain after a failed hillclimb almost ended up in the ditch. The following morning, I tried the longer route round the hill and got the load to the front door. 

This is a very clear M74 that followed an eerily quiet M6. Everyone much better behaved in this 3rd lockdown since the midweek ticking off from Westminster.