This last weekend we drove up to Barnsley, Yorkshire, staying one night away,
to help one of the relatives of Lis (bottom LHS of photo) celebrate her 30th wedding
anniversary. It was my furthermost drive since my stroke. The weather driving back was appalling. I now think I should be able to drive to Devon in May with a stop with friends on the way there and back. I miss Devon. The get-together was a good
chance for Lis to see relatives she has not seen for many years and to
revisit old haunts.