White Van Man day

So nine in the morning was a little optomistic for the car pickup. But we got it in the end and headed out of London in our Vauxhall Corsa at a quarter to twelve.

The motorway was rather boring, so I decided to spice things up a little by flirting with the drivers of the other vehicles. I "clicked" a White Van Man and regretted it a few moments later when he pulled up next to us again asking for my phone number.
Hint for motorway flirting: Pick a car that is slower than you.

There were several other incidents involving White Van Men thorughout the day, turns out they get bored too.

We were making our way towards Leeds to visit with Sam and Martin, a couple we let in Fiji in October. A stop in Nottingham was required, however, in order to drink a pint in the oldest pub in the country.


I found a notice that explained where the name of the pub came from.

So basically, they made it out of the gate and around the first corner before they had to stop for a pint.

And they were all short...


After the pint, we made our way through typical English traffic to Leeds - it took us 2 hours to make a 45 minute journey.
Sam and Martin made it all worthwhile though with their smiles and hospitality and a crate of beer, which we promptly emptied.