I had a great few days. Both daughters doing well and happy, ex-wife and new partner welcoming and civilised, and brilliant weather (it rained non-stop in Wales, ho ho). I managed to get a new and bigger sleeping mat at a camping exhibition in Lincoln, and spent an afternoon at the Imperial War Museum air display at Duxford, just outside Cambridge, which was awesome.
Highlight of the trip (apart from seeing the girls, obviously) was an unofficial guided tour round the new exhibition at the Scott Polar Research Institute in Cambridge, courtesy of a friend who works there. There were numerous items from the Scott expedition to the South Pole of 1912, including Oates's sleeping bag, slit down the side to allow his frostbitten leg to poke out, and also a collection of brilliant Inuit artworks, which were spookily beautiful.
I'm just sitting here and waiting for our Danish friends to arrive. They called from the Severn Bridge a couple of hours ago, so they can't be far away. There's a Danish flag down on the main road to tell them they are in the right place, and Welsh and Yorkshire flags at the gate to make a welcome from the two host 'nations'. We're fully armed with barbecue materials, and the beer is in the cooler.