We’d enjoyed a few days in Phoenix to catch our breath, unpack, wash Berta and park her up safely, then pack again. We swapped the wheels for suitcases and began our journey to my homeland early in the morning. Deb took us to the airport and Cleo seemed to be looking forward to a long…

It had been six long weeks since Dan’s knee surgery. We’d travelled to Denver for the quick procedure which should have seen him walk out of the operating room. Instead of cutting out a misplaced torn piece of his meniscus, they had to do a full repair and so the orders were no weight bearing…