Saved by the Marvelous Marriott

It's fair to say that last night in Dover was without doubt the lowest point of our adventure. What a sad, lonely, broken town! And it really made us question why we are staying here instead of packing up and running for home.

Well that may still be what happens if our travel insurance requires it after the scans next Tuesday. But for now we got as far away from Dodgy Depressing Dover as we could and have treated ourselves to a night in the Marriott at Swindon on the way to Wales.

What a world of difference. Words simply cannot describe it. And not a shifty East European accent anywhere.

Excuse me while I order another Jack Daniels...

... I think the jacuzzi is a tad too warm, don't you?

Time for a few videos

I've been playing with my toy.  Here's some vids that we've taken over the last few days.

 

Following request from Rho, here is the street we now call our London base.  Westbourne Terrace Road, Little Venice, near Paddington. And again, we cant thank Paul and Alan enough for everything they've done for us..

Yesterday (Thursday) I was filming the Spitfire and Hurricane at the Battle of Britain Memorial, when I heard the unmistakable sound of a Merlin engine overhead.  Sorry for the dodgy camera work, but how amazing it this?

 

And the Memorial itself. Sorry about the shaky zooming, but you'll get the idea.

The motorsport fans will surely know of the sentimental home of British motorsport, Donington Park.  We arrived during a Ron Haslam training day. My camera work leaves a lot to be desired, but you'll get the idea.

 

And finally, a little sample of the M40 Motorway during quiet time. Today this road was so congested traffic simply stopped. Really.