We're back. We're exhausted. We're unpacking (sooo much work!), counting mosquito bites (Steve is winning), bruises (I`m winning), and doing 45 loads of laundry it seems. In typical Steve style, he`s off again tomorrow at 6am for a gig in Dover...no rest for the wicked.
Blyth was lovely. Camping was lovelier, despite the daily dose of rain, and one severe thunderstorm which was enough to reduce even the strongest tent to a wading pool. Luckily we had the foresight to put up a tarp, and remained mostly dry, if not a bit terrified throughout.
There are more stories and pictures to come, but now I`m going to crawl into my king sized bed, with its 800 thread count sheets, and slumber the night away, uninterupted by racoons, skunks, or any other critters large or small. Except for maybe Griffin. If I need to get up to pee in the middle of the night, I will do so without getting fully clothed! Holidays are lovely, but it sure is nice to come home!