The wanderers have returned yet again from relatively 'forn parts'. Well westwards along the south coast which counts as 'forn parts' in my book.
Ten days away, camping with friends, has banished my lingering lurgy and I am now tanned a lovely nut brown after spending every waking hour in the great outdoors.
The campervan has been unpacked and the contents lie strewn in various 'piles' throughout the house, along with several bags of laundry.
Then there's the mountain of mail to sort through, not to mention the backlog of emails, although thanks to our new dongle I could at least field the most urgent of enquiries while we were away.
It's good to get away but it's also good to be back. I've had blog withdrawal symptoms, only partially mitigated by long, lazy days in the sun, punctuated by ice cold beers, BBQs and way too much witty banter.
More details and possibly photos too when I've had a chance to settle back in and download them all.
In other news, Small Dog has gone feral.