Volcano...What Volcano?

Last Thursday we were due to fly off to the UK for a wedding. The drama of the Icelandic Volcano and the ash cloud began to unfold and by 10.30, our flight was cancelled. A hurried trawl of the net meant that we found ourselves driving up to Boulogne to catch a ferry at 11.15 Thursday evening. Driving round the M25 and the M1 was brilliant at 1 and 2 in the morning and we got to Pat and Mel's at 2.30.

Anna and James' wedding on the Saturday was blessed with bright sunshine and a geat venue. We really enjoyed seeing all of our old friends.

But, for us, the nicest thing was to see Guy and Carla and to see how happy and relaxed they are with each other. Sue was a contented Mum!

Our journey home was a repeat dose, except that, having got to Dover, we found that the ferry was delayed 2 hours. We drove to Orleans by 10.30 pm where we crawled into sleeping bags in the back of the car and, to our surprise, woke up at 5.30 in the morning. So, back home before lunch to grass needing cutting and plants needing watering. The forecast is for temperatures of 25 degrees for at least the next 12 days and we're hoping that we're not going to have a repeat of last summer's drought!