Cross country marathon...

When booking holidays, I´ve a tendancy to arrange much more than I am physically capable of doing. This trip is no exception...
Bo and I lugged our bags across London on what was widely tipped to be the hottest day of the year. Smashing.
Managed to get from South London to Holborn without collapsing (although almost crying) and handed our bags to Rob who locked them up with us so we could head to Devon without looking like pack horses.
Bags safely deposited, it was a quick whip around Tesco, and across to Paddington for our train to Exter. Although the punctuality can´t be faulted, passengers were only given three mins to board the train... I don´t think we found our seats until Reading. Anway...
Got to Devon, wandered off the train and there was Ruick with a baby on his arm. Hello Princess Charlotte.
Picked my sister up from her interview and negotiated country roads and landslides to get to their cottage in Merton.
Spent the 20 hours with Jen, Ru and Charlotte in baby heaven, before heading back to Exeter, on to Hoborn, across to Victoria, down to Gatwick and over to Alicante. Yesterday was a killer. But totally worth the travel for a cuddle with Little Lottie.