After a drive through Scottish blizzards yesterday we're back in Suffolk for a quiet couple of weeks before Christmas.
We set off early as we knew that this was a on its way and, fortunately, by the time we approached Carlisle, we had passed the worst and had an uneventful journey across the A66 and down to East Anglia.
We've had a peaceful ten days in St Andrews. None of the other caravans was occupied and the only sign of life at Craigtoun Meadows was the wildlife including this little family of deer that showed up most mornings to graze on the children's playground
We got to know our youngest granddaughter Melody a bit better.
She's a lively character with a fiendish sense of fun.
Her big sister Rose is three now and goes to nursery. She drew this card for us before we left.
And if you mirror the image you will see that she has managed to sign it.
It's wonderful to be able to be close to the Scottish grandchildren for a couple of weeks at a time and, although it's not the Ritz, the caravan has been a tremendous investment and has given us the opportunity to experience their childhood that we would never have had without it.