I'm not good at sudden decisions and I'm even worse at changing plans. Before we go anywhere I like to enjoy anticipating it, reading the books etc.
So how come I woke up yesterday morning planning to pootle around at home and ended up a few hours later tootling down the GU Leicester arm aboard Herbie? It's all the fault of our old friends Phil and Janet who we haven't seen for quite a while. They rang up saying they were at a loose end for a couple of days and could we meet up for a meal.
They live at the west end of the M4 and we live at the east end of it, so at thirty minutes notice, we ignored the obvious geographical solution and we each ended up driving a hundred miles north of the M4 to meet at Crick for an overnight cruise. I'm in shock.
Now 24 hours later, we're back at home as if nothing happened. Was it all a dream? No, I've got the photos to prove it.
A little quiz questionfor you. So the meal we had was in the . . Can you guess? The photo shows us heading back this morning.