It’s the last night of the trip. As ever, the way time plays tricks, on the one hand it seems like yesterday I set off, in other ways, a month ago. Anyway, tomorrow is home day — but of course I have a circuitous route planned.
I think this image tells the story of the day….
Meanwhile here is how I got back to England… and The North…
Welcome to Wales.
I’m checked in at the poshest (whilst, bizarrely, one of the cheapest) hotels of the trip. It’s relatively late in the evening, so depending on what happens with photo uploads etc., you may only see the barest, un-proofed version of the diary at first sight tonight.
However it turns out, it’s right here….