Poole

We awoke in Devizes to the early morning sun filtering through the trees. Today we must go home Marge, you're booked into the body shop on Monday for some cosmetic work. We were sad to be returning home. We'd enjoyed our Welsh road trip. Our overnight stays had cost just twenty-three pounds, and that included splashing out fifteen pounds to stay in David's field at Rhossili. When we're at home, we wish we were on an adventure in Marge. So, when we take her back, we will address all the little niggles she's thrown up along the way. New pump in washer bottle, sort out leaking sink and a few other problems. 

Our journey home was via Andover so Angela could lay flowers on her parents' grave. The colour from the flowers in the graveyard bright and vibrant against the exhausted grass. Then Salisbury where we queued for a while on the ring road whilst taking in the view of the cathedral, looking good from its ongoing restoration work.

Delaying our return home and also wanting to allow the holiday traffic to travel through we decided to stop for lunch in the New Forest just outside Lyndhurst.

 Angela, who should have known better having ended up in hospital many years ago after being kicked by one of the ponies, shook out a bread bag. Oh dear, not a good idea. Sorry Marge, we think the pony's taken a fancy to you. Shoo it away! Panic over we sat in the shade of the tree and ate lunch whilst keeping an eye out. 

John's mobile rang, 'Can I come and stay with you at the seaside', or words to that effect. Our grandson Elliot, soon to be four was keen to come down for yet another holiday. Come soon, we'll be off on our travels again at the end of the month! Now coming home doesn't feel so bad.