And that, as they say, was that.

Wow. Where do I begin? What a weekend! Two days of glorious sunshine, beautiful views, sore feet and aching muscles but wow! So where do I begin? At the beginning of course. Friday afternoon I left home to catch the train to London. Retford is a cute little old fashioned station and as I stood on the platform waiting for the train I felt a bit like I was willingly going for a weekend of torture and I had to question my sanity. An hour and a half later I was at Kings Cross. I'm very familiar with Kings Cross now and I love it, and I was excited about meeting Phoebe for a carb fest. We found a lovely Italian restaurant called Casa Tua, just a six minute walk from Kings Cross Station. Really excellent pasta and lovely service. I must admit, I tend not to eat a lot of pasta these days so all the pasta of the previous couple of days and on Friday was an absolute joy, I was loving it! It was so fabulous to have a good excuse to catch up with Phoebe too. From there it was bac...