I tore myself from the warmth of my bed at silly O' clock today and headed towards the Isle of Wight.  Considering that we can see the damned place from the end of the road and it is less than 20  miles away it can take a ludicrous amount of time to get there.
Crawling through the New Forest stuck behind armies of pensioners who appear to have died at the wheel makes for a dull and tedious drive but arriving at Lymington two hours early meant that I caught an earlier ferry than planned, arrived at the customer and got done by lunch time.  By the time I got back it was still light and the day had been sunny throughout.  getting home in daylight does make a difference, I  plan to do more of it.    
 


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