The Reunion

Together again, in the palace I call the 'Royal National' yet Chesty calls the 7th level of hell (Etap hotel in Leeds is the 9th level, closely followed by Aintree B&B which touches down at a resounding 12th). It was small, quaint and smelt of wet dog and bok choy but it was of no matter (to me) as we were reunited after months of estrangement. A celebration was definately in order. And where better to celebrate a hellish separation but in hell itself so we had a picnic in our current abode, the Royal National. Environment means nothing when you're surrounded by loved ones and dutch smoked cheese. So we ate, drank and were merry as we relived our tales of travel and discussed our future plans and adventures in the land of Eng.