Took some time out yesterday from work to take Mrs W to Broadway that's about an hour away from home: along the A44 from Oxford. A lovely olde worlde village, a glimpse of which is provided here with a couple of pics I took. We ate at the Italian Restaurant in Broadway and I have to say that the salad that came with the quiche I ordered had certainly never heard of Italy: no olive oil, no balsamic vinegar, no Italian style herbs: just a typical plodding English salad comprising iceberg lettuce, sliced onion and sliced tomato. Mrs W had, ahem, fish and chips! Chips that came out of the freezer and into the deep fat fryer, fish that came from a similar source! The public toilets in the car park just behind the high street deserve a mention: the normal British public toilet is a disgrace with its smell, its damage and its lack of decency; but here we had a clean and very well kept set up. The attendant was even listening to Radio 4 rather than that blethery Radio 1 or the soporific Radio 2. Whilst waiting to be served an ice cream in a shop, came across two products that came as a shock: a toffee cow pat: we used to call them cow clap in the North; but it means the same ... toffee cow droppings! mutton buttons: chocolate covered sheep poo! It has to be asked: who on earth wants to consume products derived, however tenuously, from animal excrement? These things cost around £3 each, too. Here's a couple of pics for you: Broadway's a nice place to visit and the drive there is interesting, too: especially when the sun shines as it did yesterday. DW