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'Ham, egg, chips and peas,' said Siobhan the barmaid, as she placed two huge plates of
foodinfrontofus.'Thechefheardwhatyouweredoingandthoughtitsoundedveryfunny
so wanted to spoil you.'
It was our best day's eating of the entire trip; a fry-up for breakfast, lasagne, chips and
salad for lunch, and ham, egg and chips for dinner. We would not have eaten so well had
we had our wallets with us.
Onlyanhourbeforehand,BenandIhadbeenhungry,homeless,tiredandargumentative
with each other. And there we were enjoying a huge pub meal and a beer, before heading
back to our own little flat for the night.
Life could not have got better.
'Justgotatextfrommymateattheotherpub,'saidoneoftheyoungladsinanEngland
shirt. 'England won 1-0. Peter Crouch scored.'
Life got even better.
Weclearedourplatesandfinishedourbeer.Itwasnearly11pmbythetimewescrabbled
our way back up the dark lane to Bramble Hill Camping Ground.
Ben climbed straight into
his
sleeping bag and lay on the bed.
'Night, mate,' he said.
My suit trousers were damp from a day's cycling, so I decided not to sleep in them des-
pite it being quite a cold night. I put on the gigantic ski socks instead that Annie had given
us in Nanstallon and lay down on the mattress with two towels over me.
'Night, Mr Selfish,' I said.
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