Banbury to Fenny Compton via the British Motor Museum and an expensive solution: 8/4/2023

 I got up thinking that I had worked out a contingency plan for getting where I was supposed to be by public transport, and doing my walking there -- then I double checked, and discovered that there was no public transport at all -- no trains, no buses -- on Easter Sunday and Easter Monday. Not even a reduced service. So I slightly panicked, and after a very nice breakfast I left Avonlea and headed into town. The room was small and cold, but they did provide hot chocolate and shortbread biscuits.

The solution turned out to be a very expensive one -- hiring a car for the next few days. I found a couple of nice young men at Enterprise Rentals who were very happy to rent me a car, and when I saw the price I realised why. But at this stage I was a deer in the headlights: I hadn't done any research, and I just couldn't see any way out. It is a very nice car, though -- a little red Kia, with a very helpful satnav. And after I had signed my life away and recovered a little from the shock, I drove it out towards my night's destination at Fenny Compton, and a little further to the British Motor Museum.

This is mostly a British Leyland Motor Museum, but none the worse for that; two huge buildings full of carefully labelled cars and other vehicles from just about every British make that wasn't Ford -- and there were even a few of those. Lots of history and a few Royal vehicles. I was there for a couple of hours, and then drove on to Fenny Compton and -- after some minor difficulty with the one-way system -- to the car park of the Merrie Lion. 

Nice pub, nice quiet room, nice lunch (beef and ale pie), a house beer which tastes pretty much like all the others, and an outside dining area where the chatty, badly dressed, UK Penriffians like to gather. Not that I can talk, in grimy trousers and several layers of slightly odiferous clothes. And then I foiiund the canal, which was still a kilometre or so away, just to touch base with it.

Mission Impossible tomorrow -- find a laundromat in Rugby. Surely there must be somewhere to wash all those football jerseys!

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