We took the train from Cornwall to London. Lovely countryside, rolling hills, and reasonably priced food in the buffet car until you convert it into $NZ and realise that the sandwiches you're eating would pay for a decent meal back home. Ouch. Shoulda packed a cut lunch.
Rach at Paddington station.
On our way to our digs we notice that the Prince Regent, the local pub, has a quiz night on tonight. After dropping off our bags and having a bite to eat we head to the pub for a Guiness (or two) and a few rounds of general knowledge.
Rach 'Einstein' Peverill.
1 comment:
Fundamental problem with your comment "Rach is snoring like a baby"
1: babies dont snore, cos...
2: babies DONT SLEEP... (mine doenst anyway)
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