I spent the night in the garden where JC suffered a let down by  his friends or so it felt, but once again Pedro in all his frailty reminded me what its all about. Ended up a great day, met some interesting people all of whom I made eye contact with and no problem. Fish, chips mushy peas bread and butter a large pot of tea, what bliss. Then to our new found Irish come Yorkshire watering hole a glass or 2 of their finest wine, and homeward bound, via coach and horses, wonderful.