So, we organise a show featuring the greatest talent Boot Hill has at its disposal, and the whole thing goes swimmingly. The following day, after attempting to swipe a vintage Fender Rhodes from Femi Kuti (only kidding Femi...), we hit the road, cars packed with flight cases and speakers, in order to deliver said equipment back to whence it came in Sherborne. Jake, sound man extraordinaire, foolishly agrees to join Nick and I in this mission, which we promise will take 3 hours 'maximum'. As we cruise up the A30, Tom Waits crooning from the Peugeot's stereo, I suddenly feel the need for some caffeine and suggest that we should, perhaps, stop in Honiton for a hot beverage before continuing. Having phoned Nick in the car ahead to proffer this suggestion, we pull off the A30 and into Honiton where we discover this:



The rest is best narrated in photos:


Trust me, this took a lot longer than it should have. Thanks goes out to Boston Tea Party for their excellent Paninis, Honiton Dairy for agreeing to store the Bimble Inn PA, and Michael Goodden for his contribution to the Boot Hill suntan slush fund.