We are all here in the one piece! The soles of those walking boots took some scrubbing though! Goody two-shoes said she had walking boots with evil Australian dirt on them on her Quarantine arrival form. Oops! Caused minor delay to clearing through Quarantine, but it's all silent now in the hotel room, and it's lights out in 5 minutes. Now, wherrsh ma Laughfroyg? ;-)
More photos and daft stuff when the sun comes up. We are at the Holiday Inn on Avon - a modest but functional little pub beside the meandering brook. No, I can't hear the river from here, but the faint thrum of some air-conditioning plant in the middle distance is comforting.
"It's time for bed", said Zebedee. "Fair enough", said Florence. "Cool man" said Dylan. Dougal said nothing - because he's a dog and they can't speak. Not like springs and cool rabbit-like dudes can anyway. Were the mushrooms magic, or was it really that crazy roundabout?
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