Sunday 22 May

​More travel! We headed out of the site and around pleasing country lanes, penned in by green hedges liberally clothed in blossoms. Everywhere looked fresh in the sun, washed and vivid after last nights rain. We passed the ruins of Byland  Abbey looking splendid with a pale carpet of mist as the morning sun gently warmed the air and saw the chalk white horse at Kilburn, the new growth from trees and bushes making it appear strangely deformed, before rejoining the motorway network and drifting ever South to Cambridge. 

There's little to convey about the journey down the A1. It was efficient and trouble free but bereft of any notable landscape. We did notice that every river we passed over had a little sign telling you what it was called. All except one which on further examination turned out to be The River Cock, which may explain the absence of any signs. 

We arrived tired but pleased to see Ali's parents and thus we enjoyed a lovely meal, caught up on gossip and did some laundry. We also bumped into their neighbours who recalled how they were once 3 days into a holiday in a hired motorhome before they realised there was a ladder to the over-cab sleeping area, which then made their bed time much easier!