Sunday the 14th

It's a Sunday. But no rest for us. I woke up with a clear head despite the many pints consumed the night before. Even though it was a Sunday, my desire to join in church celebrations was short lived. Kazza had gone to the toilet and the flushing mechanism had broken as the toilet flushed. She had that 'do something' look in her eyes. Now your average tourist is not well kitted out for plumbing repairs at B&Bs. All I can say is 'Oh thank you Tony' for the kind present of a Letterman Knife and Multi Plier tool. I finally had a use for it and worked away for a few minutes fixing the loo. Fortunately, the piece of wire holding the flushing mechanism could be reattached with surgical precision thereby allowing us to move on, consciences clear.

Plumbing complete, we set off once more, jostling with sheep, cows, tractors and hikers for space on the single lane roads with passing spaces every 200 meters. It’s a fun way to travel.