Monday 2nd September sees our intrepid trio rise early and head for the border.
Within 3 hours of getting up this morning we are in bumper to bumper traffic courtesy of the UKs good old M20. Deep joy.
We are home at around 11am. The usual things assail our senses and inveigle our minds as we finally pull up at Chez Nous:
- Lawn needs mowing
- Hedges need cutting
- How much post!?
- Why does this water taste so bad? (Thames Valley affliction)
- What’s for dinner?
- Do we really need to go shopping?
- Can’t we just have pizza?
- I have to get ready for work!!!
- Shall we unpack now or tomorrow?
- How much washing!?
- Is our neighbour still alive?
That last point may not be a universal but our lovely neighbour was extremely ill when we went away. We are overjoyed to see that he is considerably better and very much in the land of the living.
By way of procrastination we go for a walk.
The forest is dense. A dark tangle of branches, twigs and fallen leaves. Moss coats the floor and brambles tug at our clothes. We see an unprepossessing building through the gloom. Mrs P turns to Mr P and says, “You’re going to have to mow this lawn.”
The rest of the day sees Mrs P starting a big pile of washing and beginning to unpack Gandalf while Mr P tackles the jungle.
We’re back. It’s been a lovely holiday as always. The following few photos are an attempt to précis our trip.
…and sport climbing in Nassereith, Austria…
…over the Reschen Pass…
And into Italy.
…and we climbed both snowy mountains…
We met up with old friends…
…and some REALLY old friends.
tough days (there were no tough days). We had active days…
…and lazy days.
We’ve seen some sights…
…and we’ve inflicted some sights…
…and through it all, despite all we put him through, Gandalf looked after us.
All in all, another great holiday.
Role on Gandalf’s next adventure