Here are a couple of photos of us just at the top of the hill, hence Claire walking up with her bike and being totally knackered, and still having a smile on her face as ever!
You can see me here looking a bit sweaty, muddy and very happy after the climb. Neither of us made it to the top of the Chilterns without stopping though. Next time I'll have to not give up so easily.
We all arrived around lunchtime and were fed very well with a buffet lunch by Mohamed and his wife Sheila. They then took us around some local meadows and into Winchester town centre. We saw the usual tourist sites and also had a good few beers in some great pubs. I do miss a decent pint of Guinness.
Unfortunately there was a £5 charge to enter the cathedral on a Saturday and the great hall had closed early so we couldn't see King Arthur's round table either.
Here they are walking along the Clifton suspension bridge. Something quite funny was when they set off from Oxford to get to Bristol. I got a phone call from Allen asking for directions to Bristol as they were lost. They had apparently set off from Oxford only worrying about how to get to my place once they got to Bristol, but didn't really think about what direction to head when they immediately left Oxford!
When they called me they were along the A34 heading south near Winchester. They totally missed the M4 towards Bristol and didn't really think about what direction they were heading. Something I'll never let them forget as they'll never let me forget not showing them the world's longest escalator when we were in Hong Kong. Honesty it's only an escalator.
The quality of the image produced was really good and we felt as if we were voyeurs looking at people along the suspension bridge and on the Clifton downs. It also made us feel like ancient Greek gods looking down at people in a film or computer game. You could almost imagine picking up the people and playing with them as toys.
We had a quite a good time doing some tourist things and also doing some window shopping around some of the great Bristol streets. It all made me realise why I like Bristol so much and what a great city it is. Not quite on the same scale of Sydney, more of a mini Sydney with a small smelly harbour, famous much smaller bridge and Hippodrome theatre. Well not quite the Opera House, but it'll have to do for now.
She also likes to dab her paws in puddles and then walk all over my car leaving muddy paw prints on it. More so when I've just given the car a good clean. I wonder if you can train a cat to wear socks when they come indoors or to wash their paws first?
We first suspected that Lola must be a racist cat, a logical conclusion by all accounts as she would never do this with Naheed or me. But then later on in the week she did the same to me and now regularly likes to come into the living room to have some attention.

Can you see the look of fear in my face, as Deirdre is about to try to reverse my car out of the drive. She was in 6th gear at the time so didn't really get very far. Fortunately she didn't really thrash it at all or spin it either. Her 'broom broom' noises when going around the roundabout were very impressive though!
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