It’s Sunday. Wonder if there is a car boot? Oh, there is, is there. And it doesn’t start until 11am - how jolly civilised. Now I’m an old hand at this car boot/radio rally lark - I know an 11am start is really a 9:30

A late start today; despite retiring early, before 10:30, last night. Next thing I was aware of was my phone telling me it was gone 8:30 - 10 hours or so deep sleep. Just doesn’t happen at home. Anyway as we laze in bed we decide there’

Well, nobody likes driving across the UK on a Friday afternoon but sometimes it just can’t be avoided; Grand-parent duties and Liz having a mid-Friday morn GP appointment mean a late start: 1pm. First hold-up, Salisbury. A place generally to be avoided but we are short of LPG and

Once again we return to England. Wales had been interesting for, amongst other things, its language. Welsh was heard on several occasions over the last couple of days and, of course, all the road-signs, street names, information boards etc are bi-lingual. It is a difficult language for the non-speaker, having