Travelodge Birmingham Central Moor Street
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... and stopped at Brewood to get some shopping. The canal here is lined both sides with tall trees; heaven for kingfishers. We were lulled into a false sense of security.
A mile or so further on, we went through a bridge and suddenly the wind hit us from the left - there was a big break in the trees so our wind break had temporarily vanished. We were going past moored boats so were moving in tick over and the wind blew us over onto the moored boats. ...
Off we go into town with oz to make sure they got from moore street to new street. Two cathedrals, two towers, 275 in york....325 in durham Viking tour done, sherry in the room....johnnie walker for lunch. Up and out today.... Cotswolds, roman villas, tourists, chocolate box pictures. The wind is ...
... Guess we will have to find a new favourite.
Slight hiccup at the check-in counter as the attendant tells me my luggage at 33kgs is 3 kilos overweight. Brief moment of concern until I remind her that she has not factored in the extra 15kgs that Malaysian allows for sporting equipment. Thanks Malaysian. The flight is about as good as can be expected for a 12 hour flight. I ...
... was made to the curator Adrian Alston who not only ensured a game of cricket but put the finishing touches on the clubhouse by flying the St George Cross of England and the Blue Ensign of Australia from the rooftop.
Back at the hotel we had a few final drinks with our team-mates as the Queensland contingent will be off at 5:30 in the morning as we have an earlier flight than those returning to the southern states.
Tour Team Song - to the tune ...
... like to come to and spend time.
Monday the 14th
of October – Up
around 7.30, Pete had cornflakes and I had pasta salad with Jeremy's
chili flakes for breakfast, before travelling across country through
the picturesque Cotswolds, delightful old hamlets and villages, along
different motorways, skirting Oxford until we came to the place of
Peter's ancestors, Yardley Gobion. James and Charles Wilcox were