Now talk about a change ...

... here I am sitting in the Auvergne. But not in my little attic but in front of a rip-roaring fire at Terry and Liz's.

This morning, having fuelled up Caliburn, we went to load him up with another pile of stuff and to load up the trailer to with stuff to take back here. But Caliburn is a little poorly right now - the pump-timing has slipped out one notch so he's not pulling as well as he might - and in any case with the new plan which involves throwing away most of the stuff in the garage, there didn't seem to be much point in dragging a quarter-full trailer 750 kilometres to here and then dragging an empty one 750 kilometres back.

Without the trailer, Caliburn bounced along quite happily. Leaving Brussels at about 09:40 and stopping for lunch and for afternoon coffee, we were back here (through the snow in the Ardennes and the rain from Auxerre southwards) by 19:45.

It's really cold here and in a stone house that has been empty and unheated for a month in midwinter, it's even cold inside. But with a huge blaze going it's quickly warming up. Mind you, after driving all this way it won't be long before I'll be climbing the little wooden hill to Bedfordshire.