25 October 2023
Home again, home again, jiggety jig.
We rose early, breakfasted on muesli and tea, and tossed luggage into our faithful car for the last time. On the road by 7:20 a.m., and we reached the Budget car rental at Heathrow by 9:00, our target time. That gave us two hours to relax in the American Express lounge, which provided us with a great breakfast (although no almond croissants) and a place to relax and unwind.
The flight home was uneventful and pleasant, and we breezed through customs in Detroit, then flew on to Minneapolis, where Phil picked us up—dear man. I think both Ruth and I were ready to be home, though it is always bittersweet to end a journey that has given such pleasure. I am already thinking of excuses to go on the next one. (A story set in Cornwall?) Thank you, Ruth, for being such a pleasant and patient and enthusiastic travel partner. And now, Ponsonby, what about a spot of tea?

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