East Midlands

As we travelled along the Staffs and Worcs yesterday several hints of our closeness to land home began to materialise. Plane noise, presumably from East Midlands airport and electric pylons, lots and lots of them. Everywhere else seems to manage without them, so why not here? They call the area around Birmingham the Black Country, but the street lights work, they watch Coronation Street and they charge their I-phones somehow, all without pylons. 

No news on Sadie yet but we confidently expect some soon, and the sooner the better. It is like living on a very sharp knife-edge, no humour, short fuses and the constant threat of rain. The "holiday"is well and truly over, but good news will change everything, like Sooty's magic wand.