Feeling mighty peckish after all our travels, we go in search of dinner.
We hop foot it down to the St Austell Conservative Club. Upon asking for a table for one, we are told politely to leave. We stand our ground and having failed to produce a Conservative Club membership card we are flung out of the door.
We yell back 'I beileve I had a hat' - Taking the newly gained hat that has now joined us in being flung out of the St Austell Conservative Club we dust ourselves down and set off in search of a friendlier place to eat. We're not sure, but we thought we heard the word 'Pleb' float through the night air.
Thankfully 'The Hop and Vine' restaurant has no such qualms in allowing this weary, unshaven, quite dirty looking out of towner in for a fine meal.
We skip and dance our way back to the railway station and board the 1840 First Great Western service to London Paddington. We however alight at Reading at 2306 on Friday evening in honour to be in the same place that gave us a 12 goal triller.