I left for Devon on the 10:10 flight from Edinburgh, which meant being up at 7:30 to make sure rush hour was ok. Got there by midday, and settled in to chatting with my parents. Mum'd been pretty ill for the preceding week - which I discovered in the car when Dad picked me up - and her coming downstairs to have some lunch with us was the longest she'd been out of bed in five days. She seemed to get proceedingly better over the course of the weekend though, so I'm sure she'll be fine given another few days.
The weather was gorgeous, and I spent quite a lot of time like this:

or actually walking Uther in the woods at the top of the hill.
( Many, many pictures. Including cats. And geekery. And art. And Brighton. And Sana. )