Kate and I then left camp to make the trip to Norfolk.. our estimated three hours turned into five hours, a full blooded performance of Les Mis and a LOT of screaming!
The thing about traveling through our green and pleasant land in the summer (we did big up England in the early stages of the journey) is that its FULL OF BLOODY CARAVANS.. oh, and tractors! We sat in some very long and pointless traffic queues (about 70% of which were traveled during a need to pee phase!). We were so tired and confused that there was only one solution… the International Cast Highlights of Les Miserables. Add a very slow moving traffic thing and we had our captive audience. With windows down and some VERY good car acting we wiled away about an hour singing (all the parts) at more than full pelt! People went from looking back at us in their rear view mirrors to actually turning around and watching as we performed. A new art form is born.
For the pastorally concerned among you: we did get here eventually and no one, man or beast was harmed in the evolution of this new art form!!!