A proud packer with his pasty

Eventually it is done and the van is full and the house is empty - bar four chairs and a trolley I couldn't bring myself to dump. A second pasty and off we head, Tricia to her mother and me to Eton via Bath.
A bike was dropped off to DS#2 just north of Bath with details discussed over a burger and then on to Eton and catching up with old friends as well as DS#2. A second curry in five days helped make up for the months of enforced abstinence on the Isles.