Shabby posting explained or the end

So it went something like this: we briefly returned to England, played some cricket, went to Pin and Liz's wedding (v. good), then to Majorca for Kate and Nick's wedding (yet more fun), then Chamonix to see Patrick for a couple of weeks, followed by a week by the sea in Spain, where we mainly just played tennis and drank rioja; then back in England for Womad, a visit to the shires with a dog called Luther, a week on the Isle of Wight, Britain's answer to Lord knows what and finally we've come to rest in Surrey, home of the burbs, motoroways, middle England and MR and Mrs Brewster senior.

Somewhere along the lines we completely forgot we were writing a blog. But as none of the above counts as travel and is really just holidays, we felt it was too dull.

The good news is our carbon footprint should no longer be expanding at the same rate, we have no flights booked to go anywhere, the bad news is we're homeless, unemployed and there is a recession on.... and India seems like it was in our Gap year after university... in other words a long time ago.

We had fun though