Over the next five weeks we have no fewer than three weddings, one baptism and a stag do to attend. AM has also been assigned the role of my Dad's apprentice while they construct a workshop in the back garden. I believe the idea is that the double garage, crammed literally to the rafters with scraps of wood, tins upon tins of spare screws and nails, half full pots of paint, wellies that fit no-one, bikes, tents and various other unknown delights, will then be cleared to make way for, well... cars.
The beautiful wedding over (congratulations you two!) we headed to my parents' house. Away from the bustle of the motorways and in spectacularly lush countryside, things were looking up. England had exploded in a riot of wild flowers. Our green and pleasant land felt much more like home again. Catching up with people over the next few weeks before we make our way back will be lovely. But France for the winter is what we've decided upon. Where? We're not sure. It's such an enormous place that I feel like we've barely scratched the surface and there's still so much more bread to eat. We will push on through however. It's a tough job but someone's got to do it.