We had a long chat - family stuff. Pam and Len still have the occasional heron in the back yard as well as deer but the family of ducks has not been back for a couple of years. At lunchtime Len drove us all to the Blackwood Arms, a delightful little country pub in the middle of nowhere, although it is only 10-15 minutes drive away. It is rustic but the food was good (beef pie and sticky toffee pudding) as was the beer. I had an excellent Brakspears Best Bitter. Elena laid down quietly under the table and we didn't see or hear anything from her for a couple of hours.
Back at Cheveley Gardens it was time for Elena to work off a little energy, after which she came in and slept at Hilary's feet.
Both Mary and I were feeling the effects of jet lag and left quite early. I even dozed off for part of the trip, unusual for me on a train, so I even missed passing Acton Yard, where I was nearly run down by a train - not so pleasant memories. We came back to the hotel and crashed.