A day without haddock is a day lost. And all the better with mushy peas.
Not much to achieve today, except to do laundry, get Forest's bike boxed neatly (and hope it stays that way through customs), eat breakfast, eat lunch, drive down to Heathrow, find the Ibis, eat dinner and turn in. Haddock, chips & mushy peas had been mooted for lunch, so breakfast was kept smallish. Dinner too. The Ibis was noticeably dripping with F's country(wo)men.
We were thrilled that the clutch made it down the M40 without giving up the ghost; that seems such a long time ago now.
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