Out of bed, after little sleep, into the car to find the nearest motorway services for breakfast ..... oh lovely french croissants even in a motorway services, remind us never to buy that pre-packaged stuff again in the UK. And then four hours of, how long until we get there from Asha, and how long is 4 hrs, 3hrs, 30 mins, and endless spotting's on windmills and train tracks from Jay. O tried to have a sleep, but too excited really, Jay grabbed 30 mins, missing out on a bratwust "car lap" lunch, to which Asha said "mmm, this is yummy food isn't it, but then hardly ate it because of all the excitement. And then the inevitable happened with two, down on sleep, stuck in a car for the best part of the day, with
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