Thursday. A pretty decent night's sleep for a bed in a strange motel, to sleep early (nothing on television at home and even less on the road from the look of it), up at seven to pack, load the car, have a small but decent breakfast at the motel office as I was checking out (it comes with the room), before heading off up the coast before eight feeling reasonably straight.
And, of course, seven and some hours later I arrived at my sister's (surprisingly hot weather once I'd left the coast) having driven pretty much straight on through. Two days down the shorter and faster Highway 5 when I return, none of this we'll dawdle for photographs nonsense.
No pictures other than a couple snapped at one of my very few stops, more to stretch my legs than to take photographs. As you can see.
Tired, said hello to the sister, brother-in-law and good dog Ozzy, watched the International Mystery Hour on the tablet in bed before sleep at eleven. Didn't know you could watch it online, no need for the local television station that's dropping the series next week. Idiot me, the nature of watching all forms of video really is changing.