Southern England

A five minute chat with DS#1 in his place of work before going on to see the White Horse of Uffington, or not see in fact on account of the fog.
The Bell in Langford provided a very decent lunch (Braised cuttlefish, chorizo and chickpeas followed by a rabbit, bacon and prune pie) and then on to Cheltenham to continue the on-going emptying of my mother’s garage. Significant inroads have been made in the last fortnight.  
Finally then on to Tricia’s sister, Y, in Burntwood. The pleasures of rush hour traffic making an eighty minute journey into an one hundred and eighty minute one.