We had another full English brekkie sitting in the garden of the Cathedral Cottage B&B (where we had the “garden cottage”), before rolling our suitcases rumbling to the municipal car park. Wagons ahoy! Then a rather emotional coffee with cousin Trish, who is no longer travelling far for health reasons. We’ll have to try to get across sooner next time – leaving it another 14 years would be pushing our luck. For the last time, we negotiated our way out of an ancient and disorientating city centre to a whizzing motorway with critical navigational decisions to be made. Amazingly, we reached the rental car drop-off with time to spare. Our flight was late getting into Doha, so we raced past the people trying to get round others on conveyor walkways to arrive at the terminal for Melbourne with the last call on the notice board and everyone else already buckled in. Lots of movie watching through the artificial night of flight. Leafy Hampshire and 5am – 9.30pm daylight seems a dream, yet it is only a day away. But hugs and excited, newsy chatter with family more than compensates. I’ll blog weekly rather than daily now that we are home.