Staffa called into action

Staffa held onto our laane card for us as we waited for boarding at Calais. Luckily we could make breakfast and sit in luxury as our fellow passengers looked enviously on.

Another smooth crossing of La Manche set us up for our Christmas shopping trip to Canterbury. (Sorry if I swore).

We drove far that day, stopping for dinner near Darlington, at the The Hare and Tortoise. We were entertained by some Monty Pythonesque Yorkshiremen and the Missuses. The crowning glory to their chauvenism was this statement.

"Well my Grandad used to knock on't kitchen wall and shout, 'Grand muther, put some coals on t' fire'. That's how it should be."

I was dragged out by Ally before I could say anything.

Our overnight was a layby near Hexham. The Wheat didn't make the slightest noise at all.