A Voice Called Can’t… Stuart France

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It had already been a long, sticky, drive…

We had finished up our ‘rekkie’ just after One Bell when Wen finally pointed the aerodynamic nose of the Green Goddess towards Avebury…

The heat in the day showed no signs of abating as we entered the Giant Circle of Stone…

A liquid dinner seemed like the order of the day before the inevitable call of the stones sucked us into the green…



Thus it was that on the road from Bicester, the final stretch of our already over long stretch, the hunger pangs began to approach unbearable.

“Are we aware of any acceptable eateries en route?”

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