John's 32

We finally made it to Somerset and it so nice to get out of London. The bus took about 2 and a half hours and we got a lovely view of Stonehenge (surprisingly close to the highway). We stayed at a friend of a friend's place --a 14th century chapel-- in the middle of farmland.
The friend of a friend was having a party, so there was lots of cider and meat. John, bless him, lasted until about 12 when he staggered off to our tent. But it was his birthday, so I guess he's off the hook. I however stayed up 'till four --best thing about a party in the county is no neighbours.
And waking up to sound of chickens rather than sirens was lovely.
I have to work tomorrow on the bank holiday and am not pleased about it. it should be a snap getting there though as NO ONE else in London will be going to work.