My Mum’s family were all “shorthouses”, Mum was 5’ 2” and her brothers weren’t much taller. Dad’s side, on the other hand, were tall he was 6’. I was constantly teased by my uncles, one particular jibe being “You’ll never get a husband if you don’t stop growing, gel”. They weren’t being unkind just a pair of jokers. This bothered me although I know it shouldn’t have, it does matter when you’re twelve and the most important thing is getting married. Even now I sometimes have dreams where I’m on a bus and too tall to stand up , I’m sure this goes back to those days. Enough of the psychology, it’s a bit early for that lol. Glad you had a good time, but 100 miles there and back - blimey!