Man in Red

*ah damn, need to work out why this is sideways again.*

Dashed in to town to try and get a Sunday morning coffee. There was a bit if a march, to a church maybe?, and three if these guys sorting out the traffic. It was a bit surreal. No coffee in Ashburton at 10 on a Sunday. Fair play.

Had a massive breakfast before dropping off Josie to her train, which turned to be a mad dash to Plymouth from Totnes because of late trains, connections and Josie getting to work on time. It was serious stress and she was only saved my a lift from Truro. Sad saying bye, but good to see her and it won't be long til next time.

My own journey to the airport and Belfast was grand