Just passing Holy Island...

Yesterday morning the sun rose behind us as we drove up the freeway to San Francisco airport. This morning the sun rose over the clouds ahead of us, as we began our descent to Edinburgh. In between there were inordinate amounts of flying and a bonus airport (Newark), which is not my idea of fun, but wasn't as bad as it might have been: the descent into Newark offered fascinating views of hills and wetlands, and the plane onwards was mysteriously the most civilised of the entire trip: larger and more spacious, less crowded and the entertainment was free.

The shuttle bus from the airport conveyed us painlessly to Waverley Station, and now we are on the train - which is running late, as they do. The sun is shining, Scotland was beautiful, and now we have crossed the Tweed and Northumberland is beautiful too. We've had a splendid holiday, and now we are almost home.