So it’s nearing the end and what an emotional journey it’s been. Yasmine has spent the better part of three days resting in Hay-on-Wye, legendary town of books. She enjoyed the view and sounds of the country; a field of sheep to her every direction (though that provided her with little entertainment I’m sure as they are SO DAMN BORING!); the native Indian TeePee that stood by her (the latest addition to her compadres that she charmed with her whit); and all the bloody books that nobody reads!

For our last night in Wye we had a barbecue fancy-dress party in the garden. Yasmine enjoyed the company of the Russian Doll, Batman, Punk rocker, Bahraini ganster, caveman, and all the other characters that competed for first prize for best dressed. It was a memorable night for all.

So we were ready to set off today for a short stop in Eton before our final destination in London. Yasmine was loaded again to the brim which I think is finally taking its toll on her fragile (un-sleder) frame. The coach with all the students had the keys to Yasmine which set us back an hour. We were up against the clock to make it to Eton before the others (which we did because we’re brilliant maaan).

Now she’s back in Queen Mary’s, glad to be home, but looks back in wander as she remembers the good times we all shared. The wilderness, the big cities, the little countrysides, the fields of weird animals and the endless miles of tarmack…

Come laugh with us on Day 15 as we share our precious moments in Yas.. there have been many!