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| So into Portsmouth by ferry, past the last remaining ships in the Royal Navy, including the ones being sold on eBay (I jest not). Then disembark past the unsmiling faces of UK Border Guards and on to face the rigours of driving on the wrong side of the road | |||
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| Our first couple of nights were with Tim and Daphne Smith in rural Wiltshire. And they had arranged the bonus of not only putting on wonderful meals (I haven't seen food like that for many a long year) but had also invited John Leathes for lunch. So we all had a great time catching up with each other, and putting the world to rights. Obligatory photos taken outside the Smith's chocolate box house. | |||