Monday 28 September 2009: Woodsetts, Yorkshire

For all the hell of travel in London, and the nightmare of the A23 two days earlier, from the word go the drive from Euston to my parents was a easy. The traffic density meant that the 3.5 hour journey required more intense concentration while driving but was otherwise easy. Oddly, people in the south did not speed very much, while people in the north did.

The road down to my parents’ village seemed small and pokey, but the village itself looked well kept. The house which seemed so large when I was a kid, seemed quite small now – probably the effect of being in Aussie houses. It too was well kept. We enjoyed a late lunch of roast beef and Yorkshire pudding, with my mum’s apple crumble for afters. My dad seemed happy in his own home, and the mental load of being in France having been lifted.

Craig and Ian visited from Barnsley and Newcastle respectively. It was so good to see them. I hadn’t met Ian for about 8 years, and Craig for 15. In my mind the years did not matter and we chatted for hours.