So this was us creeping along the M25 towards home. 2,400 miles driven and about 90 miles walked (the Elf has an ap that counts steps, about 2000 steps per mile, 180,000 steps 😲) and this was outstandingly the worst part of the journey, as it always has been on these road trips. Once we had escaped this, we then picked our way along the M4, avoiding some poor soul’s camping gear which had presumably parted company with the roof it was attached to. Having weaved through a tent, sleeping bag, wellies and other sundry objects the way was at last clear for Banbury and then home. A great holiday, lots of adventures and memories and the company of my lovely Elfie. Beastie’s soldier was with us to keep us safe, now back in his proper place – he would be proud of us, although Ruby’s sat nav would have driven him crazy 😜.