The time has come already, to end our brief holiday, and to move once again into travel mode.
This morning that meant the sadness of another farewell before heading south just after ten, and driving on the motorway for four hours into what appeared to be a perpetually setting sun. When we arrived at Heathrow to return the car, we discovered a procession of billboards informing all who wished to know that the sun was indeed elsewhere, and we smiled smugly to ourselves with the knowledge that after just one more sleep, we'll be in a place where minus four is part of a sum, not a weather report.
One more sleep, some washing up, more packing and another farewell followed by a whole night awake to be absolutely correct, but we are already starting to feel as though we are on our way.
This morning that meant the sadness of another farewell before heading south just after ten, and driving on the motorway for four hours into what appeared to be a perpetually setting sun. When we arrived at Heathrow to return the car, we discovered a procession of billboards informing all who wished to know that the sun was indeed elsewhere, and we smiled smugly to ourselves with the knowledge that after just one more sleep, we'll be in a place where minus four is part of a sum, not a weather report.
One more sleep, some washing up, more packing and another farewell followed by a whole night awake to be absolutely correct, but we are already starting to feel as though we are on our way.
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