...via Longleat where the lions dutifully fucked as we pulled level in the car. Favourite 'whoosh' moment: Guide in the house: "In the early 1700s, the boy in the portrait, aged 6, was found abandoned in the grounds and taken in as a stable boy." Me: "He was lucky the tigers or lions didn't get him!" Da Boom Tish. Made excellent progress on the journey back although tiredness on my part weakeded my usual mobile filth senses. The next 14 days will be spent watching the post :(