This trip stretched our Teyr-Delen capacity, with suitcases and backpacks and pillows and duvets rolling in every direction. Sisters and nephews joined me, overlapping with cousins from Tyne and Wear. Six asleep meant folk stretched out on the bench in the big bay window and tucked in odd corners on our camp mattresses. It was fab, a bright splash of sunshine and joy in our lives.
Flat Two 