Smells Like…

…Lynx Fresh, but more of that later.

Time to move on from Woburn, straight south to Eastleigh to visit Mrs S’s Uncle Albert. Great to see him and we set off to his Bowling Club for lunch, (I’ll be quite pleased when I do t have to eat as much), before heading back to his bungalow and set off on the journey home.
A pit stop for fuel rammed home one of the disadvantages of living in Cornwall; unleaded at a well known fuel supplier was £1.44, fuel from a supermarket in Falmouth £1.64, hard to see how they justify a 20p per litre difference. Only the one stop between Eastleigh and home, coffee and doughnuts and we arrived home around 8pm, opening the door Paddy launched himself at us, the wagging of his tail started at his nose.

I then decided to unpack and as I undid my grip the unmistakeable smell of Lynx Fresh erupted from the bag. Having forgotten to twist the cap to lock the trigger it had been pressed and emptied the contents of a new van into the bag and it’s contents.
My dirty laundry smells lovely and fresh!

Main Photo - The mock up of Turing’s Bombe
Extra Photo’s - WWII Wall zPoster
Deer Grazing On The Woburn Abbey Estate
Alan Turing Statue