The journey was a fucking nightmare
Dorothy barked solidly from inside her crate for 2 hours solid
Even the insertion of an emergency sausage roll only gave me a respite of around 50 seconds
And snake Pass being closed, I had to drive to Sheffield via Woodhead Pass which was shrouded in mist worthy of any Jack- The -Ripper 1970s thriller.
The Airbnb is a sweet little terraced house in Loxley, an area I know nothing about even though I lived only 2 miles away for 20 years.
My friend Jane turned up on time with a bottle to match mine and we put the world to rights as Dorothy made goo goo eyes at her.
Tomorrow I’m meeting Jane for a walk at Ladybower Then tea with Sarah and an evening with Mike
I went to Morrisons to buy provisions , a visit to an old supermarket I haven’t been to in 17 years
Rather emotional all told
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