Our Virgin Atlantic flight set us down in Jolly Ole England about 1:30pm but the marathon walk to customs and the long wait at Europcar meant we didn't hit the road till a yawn-producing 3:30pm. Mum and I were both tired as no matter how comfortable your class of air travel might be, sleeping on a plane is just never restful. It's a good thing our pub/hotel was only 1h15m away, and that I was driving, as Sheila started to drop off mid-sentence, just as we headed out of Heathrow.
The Dundas Arms was a lovely surprise. The rooms rather posh, the setting beautiful, and the staff super-friendly. We had a restorative cup of tea on our private deck overlooking a side canal then went for a stroll up and down the leafy tow path and up into the town's churchyard in order to ward off any incipient jet lag. So far, a great start to our holiday!
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