Revolutionary Rants

Exeter was good. The train to and from, as always on a Saturday, was very busy. Luckily we got seats both ways, myself next to several large suitcases and Chicken next to a kindly old lady who took pity on him having to stand (and next to each other on the return due to some quick sitting…).

We didn’t buy our rings, the primary reason of our journey, as we want to think about it some more, but we did get a hand-made Indian book for our guest book and table-cloths (oh, the excitment of it all) as well as soy sauce, trousers and other interesting objects. We also enjoyed our obligitory snap in Herbies. Today will be a quiet one.