Six and a half weeks, eleven beds and one sofa, nine counties, two ferries, countless cars, seventeen trains (many of which were even on time), and, of course, many, many kind friends and family.
First of all, home.
Then the travels began with my cousin's wedding in Dublin.
Then down to London to visit lots of friends here...
...where it was sunny for at least some of the time!
I also got to visit one of my favourite places...
...which was having a particularly appropriate exhibition:
And Helen treated me to a special dinner:
My next trip was up to Liverpool to see Dawn, who took me out to Crosby Beach where we walked among Anthony Gormley's sculpture.
Apparently when they were first put in, the coastguards were inundated with calls from people who thought there were drowning men on the beach as the tide rose over the sculptures heads.
A quick trip up to Chorley for lunch with Scott and Laura, then back down to Wolverhampton to see these lovely boys and their sister. Oh, and Neil and Amanda too.
Where next? Um, I think it was Kent. Sevenoaks to see the McClellans and Tunbridge Wells to see the Masons. Then briefly back to Sevenoaks to collect my mobile phone and on to Isleworth. More London friends over the next few days then back to Oak Hill for a huge garden party to say farewell to David and Lesley Peterson. And for me to catch up with a lot more people!
The last couple of weeks were more at home, busy with things I shall blog about soon. But I did squeeze in a few days at Oxford, taking in St Andrew's Centenary Celebrations. No photos, sorry.
And after all that, I'm exhausted!
