The wild Home Coming

This will be the last leg of my trip. I will finish when I reach my parents in York. With the end of season weather, the increasingly cold, early and long nights, and the imminent seasonal closure of the remaining campsites, it is clear that it is time to put the tent away.

After a trip which has, on the whole, had relatively challenging damp/wet/grey weather it somehow seems fitting to end on a wild and wet note. Storm Ashley is on its way and I have wind and rain to look forward to.

I study the rain and wind forecasts carefully and adjust my route in case the wind is too bad (leaving a downwind railway station exit option). The planning pays off. I get the headwind part over first thing, and by the time the wind worsens it is at my back for the final few miles. The rain is scattered so I am wet but not drowned.

I roll into York before noon into the warmth and dry of my parents house. Wet luggage is safely stowed in the bath. It is time to rest and enjoy being safe, warm, still and cared for at Home.Læs mere