Well, I've got a brand new combine harvester

Hello! Achtung! Vorsprung durch Technik! All that. Sorry - been back to England/Cornwall for a bit. Always makes me fiercely patriotic and anglo-proud for a few days or so. And what a little visit it's been, too! Let's see... This is Fran the Van. He/she/it was my faithful steed for the journey to Blighty. My excuse for the road trip was helping Andy (pictured left) move most of his earthly belongings back to Woking in leafy Surrey whence he has returned after a six-year sojourn in the land of angst and schadenfreude. So, on Monday we set out to arrive here and unload stuff next morning. That done, we headed for Bristol (via Bath) and had lunch together with A's parents, after which I set off again down the M4 and A30 to Bodmin and the house of our wonderful friends Mary, Richard & Andrew. A lavish reception and a meal with friends Mark & Vicky thrown in as an additional bonus awaited. After which we got down to the more serious aspects of my visit; music! You see, there's a Hammond organ that has been waiting for me at Mary's house (where she also does B&B, by the way - check the link for more pictures) for quite some time now, and as I had an empty van and time to go, it would have seemed foolish not to use the opportunity. Of course, Richard, Andrew & I also got down to some playing together while we were at it. Keep those chicken eggs groovin smoovly, guys... Next morning was already time to wave a fond goodbye to the lake and, of course, to little Lilly, the adorable terrier puppy (seen here attacking a most vicious enemy, a shoe that had reportedly been sighted lurking suspiciously behind a sofa chair the night before, we're told). Unfortunately, this is also where my motivation to take pictures waned dramatically, so in summary, I bumbled my way back up the A303 (a frenzied shopping binge at Trago Mills notwithstanding), caught the redeye ferry back to Calais, slept for a few hours in a wind-swept seaside carpark, then headed home fuelled by croissants and weapons-grade French coffee. Brilliant! Okay, so there was some really nasty traffic shortly before home, but all in all, it was a most pleasant trip. Best of all, when I got home, t'internet was finally, finally working again! Oh, how I've missed my beloved broadband connection. So, now I not only am the proud owner of a cool and groovy Hammond, I'm also properly online again and can get stuck back into the business of blogging. Woo hoo! Well, I'll leave ye for now (without a riddle), cheerio and don't 'esitate to comment (unless you're some annoying bot from one of those 'orrible internet companies trying to flog Viagra, that is). Ta da!