3 November 2015, Tuesday

We are driving through golden-brown Pennsylvania hills on the final 280
miles of our more than 11,000 mile journey. We arrive home in the
afternoon sunshine to an ecstatic Lucy and a very happy G-pa.

With apologies to Tolkien for scrambling his poetry:

Roads go ever on and on

under cloud and under star,

but feet that wandering have gone,

turn at last to home afar.

Eyes that fire and smoke have seen

and wonders in the halls of stone

turn at last to meadows green and trees and hills they long have known.

So world behind and home ahead

we wander back to home and bed.

Mist and twilight, cloud and shade

away shall fade, away shall fade.

Fire and lamp and meat and bread

And then to bed, and then to bed.