Towards Wotton, Glocs.

CMC's keeker is going down and landladies are now allowing us to share a room again. This is good news as previously I've been sandwiched between the matress and the bedsprings.

We were very drookit at one time today and CMC was beside hersel' when she spotted (after 400 yds) that I had my waterproof breeks on back to front.

A note for the discerning: the cistern in the unisex toilet in the Humming Bird Café, Dursley, is a real slow filler. You have been warned.