Oink!

A dash back on a wet, treacherous night from Cambridge to Derbyshire to see Andrew and Tracey. Missed my turning off the A1 and ended up coming through the backstreets of Chesterfield as all the Christmas partygoers were venturing out in short skirts and T-shirts. Had a wonderful evening with them, eating and drinking until the small hours and then, just before Rosh and I headed north again, we went to see their pigs, Dolly and Wilson. Tracey sometimes sits in the arc with them in the warm, fuggy straw lined nest and tickles them as they make happy piggy noises. I've always been a fan of roast pork, but the thought of eating these charmers would be like eating the family dog.