No more motels for us for the rest of the holiday . Today we drive to Lynda and Colin's in Andover, where we will stay till we leave the UK on the 14th.
It took 4 hours to get there because of an accident on the A303 which held us up for a while. We were lucky really considering the number of big accidents that happen on British roads - even the small ones, probably because they are so narrow. This one was not far in front of us and from the look of the burnt-out car on the bank, the driver might not have survived.
We had just enough time after arriving in Andover to get dressed up well enough to go to the Salisbury races at 6 o'clock. Through contacts of Colin's we were admitted to the owners and trainers area, and we had to wear a little yellow star to mingle with the well heeled there. Neil must have looked suspicious however, as a little man chased him at one stage because he couldn't see his tag!
After the final race (which we didn't watch, just like the others - we were there after all just to eyeball the locals), we had dinner at an Indian restaurant, where I ate a rogue chilli and nearly burnt my mouth out. Love Ind ian, but not so hot I can't breathe! The good thing though is that unlike here in north Brisbane you don't have to be seated by 8pm to get a feed.
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