Last week, as well as Sandringham, we went on a river trip from Horning, visited Blickling Hall, called on Weeza and co and then went for dinner in Norwich. On Saturday, the whole family came over for lunch. I made a big tray of roasted vegetables, salads and Al kindly took over the barbecue.
It all went well, lovely to see my grandchildren cousins spending time together. The weather has been fabulous – Saturday was warm, but not sunny, so being outside all day wasn’t too much.

On Sunday, we left for Cambridge. Ro and his children went there too and we meant to spend more time together than we did, but packing took a long time. It was very hot, even hotter the next day when, apparently, it was the hottest place in the country.

On Tuesday, we had a leisurely dinner in St Neots (I chose there as I’d be able to drive down the M1 rather than the M11, a motorway I dislike). I dropped R&V off at Heathrow before midnight and set off for Pembrokeshire. I stopped a couple of times and tried to settle to sleep but I wasn’t sleepy. So I cracked on and arrived about 4.45am. It took a while to sleep, but it was after noon when I woke and I had another nap this afternoon.

Internet is as poor as ever here, but I’m standing by the fireplace where there’s a glimmer at the moment. I’ll go home on Saturday.