Day 14 Farnham to home 120 miles
OK its a day late but we`ve been busy.
Had another "wandering mum" incident in the van. Up and down muttering around 3.00 am. Managed to steer her back to bed, think it may be sleepwalking but hard to tell.
Julia, Ian and the boy Jesus came over to the caravan for breckie. Mumford busy wrangling a crocodilian. Bacon and the last of Tori`s excellent bread with lashings of tea and coffee.
Hitched up, farewells said and on the road for midday. Decide to chance the M3/M25 route and no satnav as I know best and we just want to get home now. For once this is the right decision and we are home in under three hours. Not bad with the caravan, and my navigation.
Mum starting to get excited about a reunion with her special friend, the lovely old gentleman mentioned here but turns out he has been admitted to hospital for observations. After conversations with his son find out we can visit tomorrow so instead shes off to reaquaint herself with the garden, and plan her next line of attack.
All in all a very succcessful holiday. Must admit there were doubts about setting off in a caravan for two weeks with a wobbly dog, an even wobblier mother in a car driven by a slightly eccentric hippy who`s sole intention was to grow a beard, but we did it. Somehow the whole lot was held together by the yogic influence of the lovely Sarah. A round of applause please.
Oh, I did manage the beard.
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