Back in Blighty
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It really is late as we find the caran park, 9.30pm. The office is closed but there are people around. The woman grudgingly waves me around to the entrance through the on-site pub. It appears that sleeping in a van that has not had a proper conversion for camping might expose naked bodies getting ready to sleep, or worse? We point out that we have curtains that will completely block out any remote possibility of a naked glimpse of us in the freezing conditions. We explain our dilemma with the van and they suggest that we get ourselves sat up and come back to the pub before closing time to have a drink.
We do just that and I order a couple of the local beers whilst Andrew ponders over which size serving of nuts he would like to go with our drinks. The bar maid tells us he should get the large one as the owner has just given us the beer on the house. We thank him gratefully and enjoy the warmth and the beer. Looking around at the clientelle I muse over whether the "undesirable boyfriend" I left behind 36 years ago when my parents dragged me off to Australia was there as he would have lived not too far away from here if he had stayed close to his parent's house! The owner said that he would give us the name and number of a reliable mechanic in the morning so we could get a second opinion about what we were going to do with the Nissan.