We made very good time on the journey home. The roads were quiet and peaceful which gives me a clue that travelling in the winter is much to be preferred!
I hope I haven't passed the Cunard cough onto the young taxi driver....I have coughed a lot since reaching home...
Waiting for me were cards, lots of messages, lots of love...
I know that when I do throw this bug off I will remember the trip with great pleasure. I have photos, of most of the happy places we visited and the lovely people. I remember one or two slightly tense words exchanged about our Christian faith in the melting pot of nationalities and creeds.
I am hoping the sweet Cornish air will get into my lungs and sort out the need to cough soon!
Early Sunday morning.
Thank goodness for getting back to my own bed! I have slept well for the first time for a week. This should help the healing process though the cough persists!
Last evening the best moment came when I realised that the light has started to return! Before I went away it was going dark at four in the afternoon. There was a definite diffiference yesterday!