So far, so good, until we came to the final day and time for finding space for all the kitchen paraphernalia (I love my kitchen pans, they've been serving my food with unquestioning loyalty for many years), a tiny selection of books (but which became a rather large pile of books), our cycling gear, running gear, waterproofs, wetsuits. And this was all before we'd packed any clothes. Oh dear.
And, of course, there were the bikes to go on the back too. Poor Rosemary.
|Rather a lot of stuff|
And so we found ourselves (after an unsuccessful dummy run up Rusper hill), off-loading all my coveted possessions. My heart wrenched with each removal onto the tarmac. Back up to the flat they went.
But I did manage to hang on to my candelabra and clothes horse, the crocheted blanket and wooden fire truck. And the next day, just before leaving. I will sneak The Food of India back in....