Pants

Jane here.
I wish to correct any erroneous impression which Peter may have given by his statement that I had left my pants in the Lake district. They were not lost behind a gorse bush, fallen off on a fell or even strung up, trophy style, from a flagpole in Keswick. It was nothing to do with any rural shenanigans or pastoral hanky panky. No the truth is much more boring. They got left behind at a B and B where they got left behind after drying. I'll probably never get them back as they are now probably home to a cat a cockerell and a family of fieldmice.

Of course these are not just any old pants. They are a highly technical piece of kit. Lycra engineering, hamstring durch technik and all that. The only solution was to go for a bit of retail therapy in Chester on our day off. I was greatly restored after this but Pete didn't think it was much of a day off. Anyway back on the road again today fully kitted out again and continuing our inexorable advance on our target. More soon. Jane