It was with a heavy heart that we bid adieu to the Isle of Man for another year.
Skies were clear as we flew east towards Bristol, to meet up with my lovely aunt Shirley.
To me, everything in England is so quaint, including my aunt's 500 year old house in Somerset. With a thatched roof and traditional English garden, it is a charmer.
The front garden even has a lovely rosehip bush; rosehip cordial anyone?
We enjoyed a tasty supper of braised beef and crispy jacket potatoes with broad beans, finishing off with rice pudding and damson plum compote. The rest of the evening was spent chatting away the hours.
Tomorrow; an antique car show boasting over 1,000 entries.