Pub Grub

We reluctantly dragged ourselves out of our warm beds for an English cooked breakfast by the campfire. I think England moved closer to Siberia overnight and we were frozen by the invisible snow. It was time for some warm pub grub so the Landrover became HOME46 as we headed down narrow hedged country laneways to the Cruwys Arms. Rod pulled the beers and cooked a fantastic pub lunch followed by a short trip home for a little nap.