Ol Blighty

My nursing pal from Dunedin Hospital (the one in Reading UK, not NZ) took us on an outing to a quintessential chocolate-box English village.

Bourton-on-the-Water is so twee you expect an AA Milne character to jump out at any moment.

There were ‘tat shops’ lining the streets selling every kind of knick knack and crafty thing you can imagine.

Ann and I were just getting into the swing of some serious browsing when we heard a whoop of joy.

Ah. Steve had discovered the town's motor museum and he happily fled to the relative safety of all things mechanical.

Chicken.