Bye London, hello Wales

After Sophie had been sick for a few days, it was Harvey's turn to be sick this morning, and when I say 'this morning', I mean very early this morning, as in in the wee small hours.  At about 3am, I was visiting our hotel Reception, which is actually two streets away, to request a change of bed covering.  At that time of day, London is actually not that cold.  

We were all completely knackered when we awoke at 6am to get ready to leave London today.  Later, we saw Jess and Sam off at St Pancras, where they took the Eurostar through to Paris, just as we did a mere18 months ago.  We then hired our silver people mover, and returned to our hotel to collect Sophie and Harvey.

Harvey, who'd been vomiting early this morning, was now very chirpy, as we headed out of London, taking the M40 towards Birmingham.  After grabbing something to eat there, our route took us via Shrewsbury, and into Wales, where the windy roads had me begin to worry just a little about Harvey.  In the past, Wales' windy roads have made me feel very unwell after the long flight from Australia, and, sure enough, only five minutes from Jean's parents' place, Harvey vomited!  Pulling in at the Black Lion at Tal-y-Bont, we fixed Harvey up and got going again, finally arriving in the dark at 5.40pm.  Jean's mum and dad, Tom and Mag, were delighted to see us.  We sat down to a nice hot bowl of Cawl.