We have just completed Day Three and the British weather has turned on everything in its arsenal to make things super special. Or not.
We drove up to a small market town - home of the fabulous Millie Moon and Marmalade Yarns
and the further we drove from home the heavier the rain got. Once there it reached the point that both children strapped on lifejackets before exiting the car. However a restorative break in a really old-fashioned tearooms made Grandad a bit happier.
Jetlag is being handled quite well with both of them still being awake after 9:30 tonight. Fortunately muchos bob was delivered as the bags were unpacked on Monday. Yay for Cherry Ripes ;-)
Sylv and I were both doing a little showing off on Monday afternoon and the despised Noro hat was claimed for repatriation to Australia so my friend will have to live without. T.G. I never told her about it I s'pose.