Again not a photo of artistic merit but a diary shot for the day. My sister drove up with my mum from Sussex and after lunch in the garden I drove them on up to Preston. After a slight navigational error (well 'slight' may be an understatement - I can't even admit to it!) we headed north - at a typical summer holiday motorway pace. They are laughing at me in this photo because Nigel showed me the first photos he'd taken and I had to do some serious breathing in.
We arrived in Preston in time to have a look at our old house. I was born there and lived there until I went to university but I have lived elsewhere for 28 years (and my mum and dad moved south 20 years ago) but many of the neighbours are still exactly the same. One of them told her young nephew - ' These people lived here when we had proper neighbours' - awww! I'm feeling really bad about lack of commenting. We have a visitor this weekend so I'm still going to struggle to catch up. I've decided to get my pics up to date and then I promise I will catch up with you all.
