Late in the afternoon we are hunting for a paper when salvation, and an amazing pair of heels, are found at Tescos.
When we get back, we wander round the garden and find a host of glorious crocuses. Not many daffodils though.
In the afternoon we are looking for something which is allegedly "next to the Lowry Hotel". Of course, it is nowhere near the Lowry but there is a very nice bridge to make up for it.
The sun is shining and we set off for a day in the Lake District. We keep seeing motor homes towing cars - this seems to be a modern trend. Presumably there are advantages compared with just towing a caravan. The latter seems a much easier way of holding everybody up and annoying the hell out of them but what do I know.
Looking round the centre of Manchester I am surprised at the number of interesting buidings
In the evening we set off to stay at the Sprowston Manor Hotel in Norwich where little do we know a monster lies in wait for us. Well, actually it is very small and sitting on the ceiling but my girlfriend insists that he, (or possiby she), be accommodated elsewhere. Note the eyes.
Next day we set off for Portsmouth. It is an endess succession of roadworks, traffic jams and torrential rain. Check in is "before 7.15pm" and we make it for 7.11pm. Phew! We are the last car on the boat which then sets off. Only to go back after 10 minutes to let off somebody who is ill and to take on some late passengers.
What we had not realised about our huge, exclusive and posh cabin is that being right at the front of the boat means it goes up and down like a fairground ride. We spend the entire day feeing just dreadful - for an hour we sit staring at the horizon and that makes us feel a bit better. I walk to the bedroom and in the space of no more than 20 seconds feel absolutely dreadful and about to throw up.