As Spring has finally started to approach, at least on the calendar, it seemed it was time for the southern migration.
Agnes and Big T left the grey and occasionally gloomy skies of London for the allure of the azure as they set off yesterday morning in drizzle from St Pancras. As I waved goodbye, Agnes bounced excitedly down the platform and apparently Big T spilled coffee down his front. Not a great start.
Twelve hours later they had arrived.
The house was fine. The pool hadn’t overflowed in the recent rain and the roof hadn’t fallen in. The grass was very green and Agnes was very happy to be back in the land of toads.
So that’s it until September apparently, let the commuting begin!