You may or may not have wondered why the Prague Blog stopped so abruptly, pretty much we made a hasty retreat back to Blighty as Jayne's leg was getting worse and walking was becoming a major problem - The staff at The Hotel we stayed in were next to useless - did they have a House Doctor we could call? No.... Is there a Hospital you could recommend ....No...... so what with all this super efficiency going on, the decision was made to get to the airport and blag the next flights back home. Jayne made the call and pretty bravely too.....as at the back of our minds was that this could be a circulatory blood problem. Not sure I would have wanted to get on a plane but the deed was done and we managed to get an early flight back home.

I cant say I was a great fan of Prague...probably for a number of reasons, number one being that Jayne not being well was a worry...number two it was hot as hell and Prague is not geared up for heatwaves. They've got plenty of heaters everywhere but the concept of Air Conditioning just doesnt come into play. Prague is more about making everyone feel comfy in Winter time. The hotel room that Jayne had to spend most of her time was red hot and we had only one fan...when asked if we could have another one, it was the usual shrug and tough, that's it response - Not bad for a Four Star Unesco Listed Hotel, the location was pretty good though, right next to the King Charles Bridge. Other things about Prague, it was just Holidays in the Sun for the many many tourists...who were like a lifeless shuffling horde walking back and forth over that Bridge. There didnt seem to be any actual life going on there - I guess the Soviets sucked the soul out of the place many years ago. No one seemed to live in the city......or very few...it was like a facade of a once very Grand place. The locals I did speak to told me they lived on the outskirts of town in the Soviet made tower blocks which you could see peppered around the place. Maybe I didnt spend enough time there, but it's not on my list to revisit.

Back to Mrs. G and once we got back to Bristol, her leg was much worse, though she refused to let me put her in a Wheelchair......so she toughed it out down those long corridors and steps with no alternative lift or escalators......once home it was straight to the quacks and a hospital visit was on the cards. A suspected blood clot was the diagnosis...... I administered the injections for five days like Dr. Feelgood. There was some improvement until Mrs. G. decided to potter about in the garden and managed to spark something off again. This time it was extreme pain and was going to need looking at. In the end an Ambulance was called for and so we then had a ride to the nearest hospital. The folks at home had been marvelous helping Jayne when this happened and also the paramedics were brilliant. The emergency ward was a bit busy but Doctors & Nurses did see that things got done, we spent the best part of eight hours there with no positive conclusion of what the problem was. Opioids were dished out and these did indeed help with the pain - For the next few days it was more hospital visits and trips to the Doctor. So that was our holiday. Jayne spent a couple more weeks recovering and I'm pleased to say is a lot better but still hobbling around. Jayne says she is holidayed out and doesnt fancy getting on board another plane. Cant say I blame her.

So what's next? November will see Grant and myself once again head off into the sunset....it wont be a big one - we're heading to Plymouth to get the last ferry of the season to Santander, Spain....and then we hit therails and try to visit as many places as possible. We will of course keep you posted.

Ciao.