Woken up this morning by mum, telling us to get down stairs straight away to make sure we could say goodbye to Jacki before she left for work.
It was more than an hours wait before Jacki got down stairs, let alone left for work. She said she was late because my younger brother, Rhys, was up at a “ridiculous hour”. Rhys claimed he usually got up at five in the morning (not eight, like he actually does).
Dad and Andy went to a garage to sort out the car (we were having some handbrake issues). We (Mum, Rhys and I) sat around and watched Harry Potter on DVD until they got back. We were about half way through the film when Dad and Andy when to collect the Peugeot and we set off after lunch (my diary reads: “we were only half way through when the two old men went to collect the car“).
We stopped in a campsite called New Forrest near the town of Pool, were we set up camp for the night.