Wake, ablute and brekky, leave the houseo for trip to Scarborough. At the bus stop by 8.30. Grayway feeder arrives 15 minutes early which suits us. Off to Burtonwood services, changeover is smooth and plenty of time for a coffee.

Journey and a 30 minute break at services followed by an hour at the next services and lunch. As predicted am on a trip with a bunch of senile delinquents and mogadon swallowing Burnley firm intent on finding the match on Sky somewhere. Travel is boring, bus not exactly comfy and we end up devouring as a result of a car accident.

The Cumberland Hotel in Scarborough is a touch rough round the edges, staff are welcoming but almost as geriatric as the party we’re in. Comp drink in the bar though is welcome.

Food is not great, it’s catering for the audience not much crunch. Fish cake sans fish but tasty enough. Roast ham and chips is in fact sliced ham and chips. Cheese and biscuits were good but lack poof knife makes buttering the biscuits difficult.

Bed early in the dungeon.