Our last day already, so we treat ourselves to another wonderful meal - leg of lamb again - at the ever popular First and Last Pub, a definite keeper in the repertoire. Discover, in packing, that I have contrived to lose my umbrella - a lovely little compact one that someone had left on a London tube - down at the harbour on Friday, when it didn't actually rain. A whole possible novel in the travels of that umbrella.
JAWORSKI TRAVELS