...we packed up our care to the rafters. We managed to squeeze in our clothes, left over food and wine (we always take too much!), running shoes, walking boots, paddles and kayaking gear, 2 mountainbikes (yes inside the car!), stereo, pebbles and shells collected from the beach and of course, the whale bones - sinew 'n all!
The weather turned sour only on the day of departure - marking our sombre mood at having to return home. We had to endure 3 hours of driving with the lovely scent of rotting whale, but did get a laugh from the dog (yes real) poking out of his mobile home:
We then had to un-piece the jig-saw puzzle in our boot (fortunately the back seats fold down!), and then it was the clean-up... I had to scrub as much of the remaining sinew (now 6 weeks old!) with my hands as possible!
I can still smell the distinctive (yet, now surprisingly familiar!) scent on my fingers despite scrubbling with washing-up liquid, Ajax and a multitude of different soaps!
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