We left the Caravan Club at 12.05, the staff were already coming to check why we were 5 mins late leaving!
Just as we left the site we met this horse drawn hearse, now I am 99% sure it was a Pikey funeral as there were a procession of about 20 cars following with their headlights on and hazard warning lights flashing, the car or should I say van of choice was a battered white Ford Transit.
May they RIP whoever they were.
Tail end Charlie was a stretch Hummer, unfortunately he was struggling to negotiate a high kerb!
Brixton was buzzy.
Another scorcher, with locals cooling off in a London fountain.
We drove through my old home town of Luton, I hate to say it but it is such a dump, It would be a close call to which would be the crappier town, Luton or Stoke, actually I think Luton wins as the crappiest town in the UK.
We stopped at a large Tesco in Luton for a big shop, we hit a rather strange and disturbing aroma....the stench of BO was overwhelming, there were families of stinking people.
I suppose this is the price you have to pay for a UK heatwave!
We are now moored up in a pub carpark in the little hamlet of Fancott just outside of Luton. We got here at about 17.30 and it was virtually empty, now it is packed with families coming to enjoy a drink in the Garden on this lovely day.