In the Blue Ridge Mountains of Virginia

We are finally in Virginia at my dad’s house and I’m very glad to be off the road. After a whistle-stop night in Nashville, TN, a quick look round Broadway, and a massive meltdown by Eight who DIDN’T WANT TO SEE ANOTHER MUSEUM IN HIS WHOLE LIFE EVER, I judged it wise to hang out in our rather nice hotel for that evening and let the kids eat sweets and watch TV while I had a drink with my lovely writer friend, Sabine on the roof terrace. I didn’t see much of Music City, but I have to admit I’m a bit sight-seeing-ed out, too.

Yesterday morning after breakfast we set off, intending to have one more stopover before arriving here but as we got closer we just couldn’t bear another hotel so I drove for 12 hours including a couple of hot dog breaks and at 10pm, in the pouring rain, we gratefully pitched up to the welcoming house, made a cup of tea, and flopped into bed.

It’s so nice to be in a home again. Eleven has spent the day in her PJ’s reading. Eight and I went to the supermarket this morning but otherwise I’ve been pottering around the kitchen and he’s constructed a train track from his aunts’ old set and is now happily playing choo choo. I’m about to have another cup of tea and read a book and in an hour or two my dad and stepmother should be pitching up with their old dog and NEW PUPPY.

Can’t wait.

I will probably post the odd thing or two over the next three weeks just to keep my hand in, but we are ensconced here until mid-July when we set off home again via Chicago, South Dakota, and Yellowstone.

I have to say I felt especially happy to be arriving to the amazingly wonderful news of same sex marriage now being legal and protected in all 50 states. A great day for civil rights!

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