Great story, Steve. Glad you made it home eventually. One of the reasons I rarely cross water nowadays is that my wife is highly dependent on me returning home at night since her stroke. On my way home from Liverpool on Wednesday and alone in the 'plane in solid cloud at 5,000 feet over the Lake District and with the home airport fogged in with a 400 foot cloudbase, I had to call Blackpool for a radar steer and weather diversion. At least, landing at Blackpool I was able to get back to Carlisle and my car, by train, albeit much later than planned.