Then, the car.
They had demanded a string-band worth of documentation, none of which was actually required. But we did get a Jag, which is nice. Unfortunately, it turns out there is not much more room to move around in a Jaguar than there is on a Boeing 777!
So we went to Peter's place to drop off a ton of pepper sauce, and because I like my little camera, I didn't take his picture. After a pleasant chat with Pete (lovely to see you, mate! so sorry we missed Di, though.), we set off for Blenheim Palace.
It would take a full day to scratch the surface there, which we didn't have time for. But we had a good look around and then had lunch, before we set off for our first AirBnB booking. A very pleasant host received us and made us welcome in the 16th century farmhouse. I won't post any photos until I clear it with her, but we're here for three days, so...
But now I am bushed. Eight plus hours sitting on a plane followed by eight plus more in the car, and I ache all over. So, time for a shower, and bed.


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