I forgot to write.

The holiday was wonderful. Robin and I arrived at Heathrow's Terminal 1 a bit early, so we walked to Terminal 3, where Pam was due in half an hour or so. As it turned out, her plane was late. Brother David met us and we all waited (and waited) for Pam to arrive. Finally, there she was - one foot in a soft cast, walking stick in hand. We went to Newbury to pick up our rental car, then Pam went in David's car and we followed to his house. The trip was punctuated by photo stops. Pam wanted a picture of every cow, sheep, horse, and tree in Hampshire and Dorset. (to be continued)