I didn't sleep well on the plane, and the jet lag is more noticable than usual. Normally, I'm good by the next day. Today, I still don't feel quite right. But I am awake.
The children did great on the plane. S watched Open Season, and then slept the rest of the way. C watched the movie, played some DS, and then slept the rest of the way. Yeah for overnight flights. When we arived in Manchester, it was quite foggy. We were all caught by surprise when the wheels touched down because we couldn't see the ground from the windows. However, by the time we got the car loaded, purchased a good map (Damn you National for not having Sat Nav available!) and hit the restrooms one more time, the fog had burned off and it was a very beautiful day. By the way, if you need a navigator, Amanda rocks! We didn't make one wrong turn.
We rented a minivan so that we would have enough room for all the luggage. Barely. The van was completely packed with our 11 suitcases + four cary-ons. We were all cramped in the car with luggage. It filled the back, the floor by the kids seats, between the two kids, and the floor of the passenger side. I was a bit closer to the steering wheel than I would have prefered. Horray for the tight packing gene (clearly on the Y chromosome). No cubic inch wasted. A lesser individual would have gotten a bigger vehicle.
To get from Manchester to Sheffield, you have to drive across the Peak District. It's very beautiful, somewhere between hills and mountains. The drive was pleasant, but crowded. I think all of England had decided that this was the weekend to go to the Peaks. Our 45 mile journey took about an hour and a half. Not that I minded driving slowly. Actually, it is a bit like riding a bike. It took no time to switch my brain back to driving on the left.
So, now it's Sunday. The body and mind are adjusting. We are here.
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