Tooley's.

After a disturbed nights sleep because of strange shenanigans from our neighbours who arrived at 1.30am, left their engine running and decided to move some boats around before disappearing into the night making us believe we had dreamed it all, we got ourselves ready to dock in Tooley's.

Tooleys Historic Boatyard :

We waved good bye to the tin can and bundled Lolly into her cat bag. A friend met us to drive us back home. Lolly discovered the magic of air conditioning and our friend almost crashed the car whilst watching her snuggle up to the air vents.

We eventually arrived home - in one peice - and whilst Rob trundled off to work, I climbed into bed and slept like a new born lamb.