Poirot? No! Hercules? Probably.

The home run was, in the main, dry but we left the splendiferous weather behind and had a few damp patches and a noticeable lowering of the temp. Since there was every likelihood we'd be eating on a motorway, we snacked down country; saving "The meal" for Westmoreland Services.
Hecky thump! I must have been too fast, meal now relegated to a Chinese after we got home and settled in. We only paused at Westmoreland for another brew and were treated to a welcoming fly-past by at least a couple of these big birds. I say at least a couple because I generally see them in groups of 3, but one may have snuck by B4 I spotted them exiting Tebay Gorge. NO!  NOT exiting Tuba Gorge.