That's more like it!

An entire morning devoted to the hell that is Clarks in the week before the end of the summer holidays, walk of shame due to badly behaved son at Piglets, falling sideways into pile of farm "muck", topped off by a meal out with a Basil Fawlty level of the worst level of restaurant service I've ever experienced. So bad we've done nothing but laugh about it since we left - and come home to much needed port and cheese