The vans got bigger as the packing went on and everything went quite smoothly as it was all taken away leaving us to camp in our own house for the last night.
It was very strange to see our home so empty and echoing. 
We attempted to go and eat in one of the local pubs but had a bit of a bizarre evening. We went to the Halfway House first, only to find the chef had left and his replacement would not be starting until next weekend.
So we trooped down to the Whip and Collar where we asked if they were serving food. The staff looked at each other in amazement and said they would go and check, leaving us waiting in the bar with a man drinking a pint with a Harris Hawk standing on his wrist! We weren't feeling very confident by now so sloped of to M&S and bought a ready meal.
On the way home we popped into The Tree, which is always odd at the best of times. Ian asked for a pint of bitter only to be told the beer had only arrived yesterday so was not on yet.
This was all quite fitting as we have had a few strange nights out in Rickmansworth             since living here. We ended up back in the empty house eating the ready meal and drinking wine out of mugs, I think we may be doing this sort of thing a lot over the next few months.