back home. Bloody hell, Hertfordshire has one heck of a rush hour - at seven in the morning. The traffic from Dunstable to Hockliffe was solid in both directions. And somebody should tell Milton Keynes that it is seriously uncool to name roundabouts. And Northamptonshire is rough - whoever writes the tarmac spec has a lot to answer for - my front tyre has been squared off in just a day. And
Rutland is hilly. And no, you can't use your pre-booked ticket on any other train, even if the train you booked is wildly late. Hence arrival at Bingham 4pm, arrival home 9.30pm.
That, and the wind (the weather wind, so keep your smart remarks to yourself) aside it was a reasonably successful day. Route B might not be the cleverest thing I've ever come up with, but it had to be tested. And the last 24 miles from Oakham were terrific - Wymondham and Waltham on the Wolds are just scrumptious. And one moment makes the entire day - better than I remembered.
Wendy is just desperate about the phone thing - her business, both the restaurant and the hotel are suffering and she's fearful that people will think she's gone out of business (and Bingham has clearly taken a few knocks in recent times). She said that the hotel saw the ride as a privilege - that was nice.
I've got a bunch of e-mails that I might not get to tonight - for which apologies