The long, but mercifully, the traffic-free road south through the United Kingdom, saw us passing over the Tamar Bridge and into Cornwall, well after dark and in the midst of continuous heavy rain.
It was a long way to travel for a night out, but the party that was in full-flow when we arrived was more than worth it.
A 40th Birthday celebration and the coming together of a whole group of good friends - the kind of friends that you don't mind driving the length of the country to hook up with. Naturally, the entertainments were first class too and there was much dancing to catch up on.
While Mike and Dave kept the after party dancing, we moved between the dance floor and conversations to catch up on each other news of the last year or so.
The barn had been decorated with loads of paintings that Dave had brought along and lit up for extra effect.
Once we could dance no more, it was good to get horizontal in the back of the van, minutes later, and we crashed out for a few hours of sleep. A storm rocked the trees above us and several branches woke us as they landed loudly on the roof of the van. I was so tired, I soon returned to sleep after each noise.
Leaving the sleeping party people, we rolled down the hill to Looe in the morning to have breakfast with Jenny.
With a hot pasty for the road, we navigated the tiny lanes and high hedges, back to the party people for further cups of tea, chat and then farewell later in the afternoon.
Somerset was our next port of call, where the weather was cold, but much clearer. Family visits, plenty of chat, fine foods and a tour of Taunton were all on the cards as we gradually made our way north.
Even had a go on an e-bike! What an amazing invention! Fast on the uphills, without too much effort...
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