Winchester Cathedral

Ok, not quite, but it's just around the corner. Turns out I was the only person present who'd heard of the song 'Winchester Cathedral'. Funny the things you just assume everyone knows.

Happily the headache (dehydration from far more exercise - dancing - than I've had in a long time) that I took to bed with me had wandered off by the morning. A full cooked breakfast was very welcome, and then there was time for a quick stroll around Winchester before heading off back to the airport.

Gatwick have, delightfully, managed to make their security procedure even more infuriating. They were x-ray searching children, and seemed surprised that this caused a delay as the kids - some only just walking - were understandably a bit perturbed at being asked to stand in a plastic tube with their arms in the air. Madness. After all that, the lounge was a welcome oasis of calm, before the usual scrum to get on the plane.

Home, and the kids were still alive (hurrah) despite having been alone most of the day. And so a collapse onto the terrace to soak up some evening sun.