Screech

It was time to go home… a time to discover the tyre looked a bit soft… a time to visit the tyre man in Bridport…a time to be told (after inflating) that it was about to explode…a time to part with £350 to replace all four tyres.

This was not my finest hour… 

But next door to the garage was a deli, yes, a deli. It served lovely things, lovely expensive things. Even Martin Clunes shops here apparently, (when he’s in town!)

Extra, baby Sir N taking on the Clunes lookalike competition…