A trip down Brighton pier is always a joy , and finally here is Lowestoft! We travelled up there on Bank Holiday Monday, taking a cross-country route. We stayed the night at a very pleasant B&B where Benjamin Britten had once lived. We were the only guests and were treated very well. In the evening we went out for a posh fish dinner down by the river with Bob's cousin and family, who has recently moved house.
Next day we visited them at home and drove
down the A12 back to London for two nights with Neil and Maggie in Forest Hill, including a meal with them and Paul and Cheryl:- six of us all active in the local Labour Party before Blair - and just one still a member
(I think). All working or retired public servants and appalled!Anyway!
We were slightly thwarted in our plans for the full day in South London by motor troubles! Strange messages from the dashboard computer made us nervous about a journey to Greece, and then starting became a problem, so we took the car to a Fiat dealer in Catford for work under the warranty. They were very helpful and soon rang us to say it was (yes!) a loose battery connection. Thank you, nice Girona Parking People!
And so on 7th May we returned to Dover and hence Dunkirk - 13 days and just under 1000 miles in UK.Some fine real ale consumed (Youngs, Harveys, Adnams, Fullers)
Some bargains purchased for Greek and Fuerte apartments, summer clothing and paperbacks!
Car serviced and taxed!
Supplies of teabags, horseradish sauce and toiletries replenished.
Some lovely family and friends seen, some delightful English scenery appreciated... but "No!" we are in no hurry to spend any longer than that.