The last two days have been spent in company with all the very dear folk we know in Bournemouth – right up to the last minute when everyone was so tired they almost fell asleep where they sat.
Sis and I drove up from Bournemouth this morning, breaking the journey to Gatwick at Jane Austen’s house and museum in Hampshire. Always worth a visit! I benefitted from hitting my head twice on the low lintel of the door leading in to the shop – it served to awake me fully to the charms of the gardens and cornucopia of Austen items for sale:
And inside the main house we even found costumes to add some authenticity to our appearance.
Afterwards we enjoyed lunch in the tearooms across the way.
And now I’m relaxing at a hotel at Gatwick where we will stay overnight before flying to Tirana, Albania on the morrow.