Stratford-upon-Avon (Part 1)

The trouble with going on weekends away is that you seem be on your way back again in the blink of an eye. N and I drove up to Stratford-upon-Avon on Friday evening. We went via Aylesbury and on towards Oxford where we got onto the M40, which like many of the UK's main roads has a distinct lack of roadside illumination but an abundance of vermin BMW 3 series drivers. I shouldn't really be amazed but my mind boggled as I watched as one these scumbag w*nkers weaved in and out of the traffic, cut us up and then proceeded to tailgate some hapless Renault Scenic pressurising them into pulling over.

We arrived at the guest house just before 7pm which was fortunate for the owners as they were about to leave for an evening out, so we checked in quickly and headed out for dinner...

To be continued.