13th
September
2021
A final sprint (in the Sprinter)
When is a house a home? In my case, when I’m in it (mine). We spent a good part of the day heading home, after packing up and leaving our campsite on the river bank. Sort of a non-stop trip, with only the requisite refuel and coffee-purchase halts. All the way to the bridge.
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