A blur of days...

Travelling through time zones, walking through airports and living off aeroplane meals at peculiar hours has passed in a blur of days. I'm now back at The Cottage in North Wales, showered, shaved, unpacked and beginning to feel like a human who knows what time it is. 

The journey round the world was relatively smooth; just long. We stopped in Hong Kong to change planes and get a bite to eat off a bewildering menu...

We even managed to get an hours 'sleep' or so in the lounge...

Landing early into London the next day, we were picked up and whisked off to Fort Martin for some big family celebrations!

With so many people to catch up with, there was no time for sleeping or jet lag snoozing. Propped up on copious amounts of coffee and cake, we had a fantastic day chatting with a good portion of the family tree. The youngest member was only five weeks old and the 'Head of the Family' will be an inspirational 101 years old in a few months time!

The final leg of the travels got off to a faltering start when the van refused to budge off the drive at Fort Martin. No surprise really, given it had sat there for the last eight weeks. After eventually holding it together long enough to source a new battery, the engine burst into life and we were back on the road again. We arrived into Wales just before nightfall and collapsed deliriously into bed. The next day was spent washing, cleaning, hoovering, hydrating and unpacking. The sun shone and although we missed the campervan, it felt good to be back under a roof and to walk barefoot on carpet again. The garden was like a jungle...