An evening fagbreak....

In the supposedly up-market Cotswolds, leaning on a wheelie-bin for a smoke.

We arrived in the small town and took almost an hour trying to find our hotel. We were using a mobile app which must have had poor connections in the area because the voice of the app changed completely between two different female voices, as we moved back and forth, being taken to the wrong part of town altogether.

Eventually, we gave up with the technology and parked the car in the town centre. On foot, we easily found the hotel and then moved the vehicle into place.

Excellent early meal in a friendly pub, catching the blip on the way back.

Such was the start of our exciting week.