I didn’t want to go back home, home now being the confines of level two of the Moggy Mansion. The thought of driving instead into Germany and exploring it for a month before we moved onto Austria and then Norway and then Sweden was appealing, so much so that it was hard to turn the car around and head back in the direction of Yverdon.

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By the time the first school holidays came around we all needed a break even though it was only five weeks since the kids had started school. It had been a long five weeks in which we’d got lost, turned up late and been misunderstood more times than we ever had been in our lives.

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