After a turbulent nine hours in the air and three hours negotiating public transport from Heathrow back to Surrey I was more than ready to collapse. I'm rubbish at sleeping on planes and get horrible jet lag though so the only way to cope is to power through. I was greeted Bertie (the dog) and my sister Alice. Who made me tea (Alice), Sniffed me distainfully (Bertie) and whisked me off on a good stomp through the fields to wake me up (Alice and Bertie).
England is halfway through an April heatwave and absolutely at its most glorious at this time of year, warm enough to enjoy being outside without roasting, the fields are just beginning to develop their first glow of green and the trees are full of bird squawks
We pulled on wellies, whacked on hats and filled our pockets with dog treats and set off to blow away the cobwebs - it is SO GOOD to be home (even if i'm so tired I look crossed eyed - see below!).
Location: Home sweet home.