Daily Archives: May 12, 2018

A Voice Called Can’t…

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It had already been a long, sticky, drive…

We had finished up our ‘rekkie’ just after One Bell when Wen finally pointed the aerodynamic nose of the Green Goddess towards Avebury…

The heat in the day showed no signs of abating as we entered the Giant Circle of Stone…

A liquid dinner seemed like the order of the day before the inevitable call of the stones sucked us into the green…

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Thus it was that on the road from Bicester, the final stretch of our already over long stretch, the hunger pangs began to approach unbearable.

“Are we aware of any acceptable eateries en route?”

“There is always the White Horse Inn?”

Which, bound as it was to add another couple of hours on the journey, sounded like a stretch too far but then, breakfast did now feel like something of an ancient history.

“We can’t can we?”

“I wouldn’t have suggested it if we couldn’t.”

“The White Horse Inn, it is, then.”

It proved a master stroke.

Two unusually fine pizzas and a pint-and-a-half of cider later and we were heading up to the Dragon to catch the last rays of the day’s Sun…

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to be continued…