Continuing West.
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After fours days of desk bound office work, six hours of fresh air had a predictable narcotic effect. As we drove away from the Spectacles my eyes grew heavy. In the sugar crash of the late afternoon I started thinking about coffee, and maybe a sly bit of cake. If it had been offered, I would have eaten the last bit of nut slice that I knew was somewhere in the car. I think Stuart was saving it for himself! Grey clouds and light rain ended a good day. There is a small cafĂ© next to my hotel. The coffee tastes good, the cake even better. Hotel rooms (well at least the ones I pay for) offer a kind of cramped intimacy – nothing is every very far out of reach, and whatever TV the room has looks like a widescreen. But strangely the electrical sockets are always just out of reach of the power cords for my laptop. I look through the images for the day, tag a few, and delete more. A pre-dinner nap beckons. I awake some time later to a dark room and the soun