It's a weekend of cat sitting in Burbage and volunteering at the Evesham Cat's Protection for us. Let no-one say we are not gluttons for punishment. Here we've made the short drive from Burbage to Pat and Graham's and Vicky and Pat are enjoying a spring-like autumnal English garden. Don't worry, winter's on it's way.
Back in Burbage we find that Bob and Sue's Sky TV control won't work.
Of course, this policy can end in tears and you can fall flat on yer face (don't worry, he got up to ride again). We'll say nowt about the marshal puffing on a fag.
Some competitors refuse to take the sport seriously. They wear understated garb and, if we're not mistaken, they leave several whole centimetres of their sidecar uncovered by any form of sticker. 
We might as well call this blog 'A Tribute to the Lola T330/332 F5000' and have done with it. There were loads of other wonderful cars to gawp at but, when it comes down to it, this is David's all-time favourite single-seater and it reminds him of when he first rode to Silverstone on his trusty Honda SL 125 in 1973/'74 to watch these beasts race, so let's indulge him. On a good day, and in certain conditions (a touch of rain always helped) they could beat the F1 cars of the day.
An iconic engine if ever there was one. Look at it. It's crying out 'boot it, boot it, I can take it!'
There were other cars there. Of course there were. And here's the one that captured Vicky's heart. Amazingly, it's not red and doesn't have a prancing horse badge on the bonnet. Whatever next?
After the meeting we met up with Sue and Billy for a meal and a natter. Here Susan, who had been to Northampton Town's game earlier, has recruited David and Billy to help her vividly explain to Vicky the moment when The Mighty Cobblers stalwart defenders
formed a wall to prevent the 
Some of you may know that we went to Bristol on this particular weekend to see Porcupine Tree at the Colston Hall. Very good it was too.
' a couple of days ago. It's causing chaos, needless to say. Taking some commuters an extra three hours to get across at peak times. Never mind, we think, the worst will be over by the time we set out and, sure enough, it is. We get across in about twenty minutes. We get to Plymouth in good time. We don't have to get to the airport until about five o'clock, so we plan to have a last looking around all the pilgrim historical sites but, as we arrive, the clouds are looking ominous and pretty soon it is drizzling with bad intent.
We nip back to the car and put our waterproofs on just in time. The rain is getting serious now, but we are determined to have a look around. We are torn between seeing things and not wanting to get soaked before the flight home. Tricky.
By the time we get to the replica of The Mayflower the rain has almost stopped. We debate whether it is worth paying to have a closer look at the ship and decide to cough up as we have plenty of hours to kill. It wasn't cheap and we finished it in about 30 minutes tops. Hmm. We could have gone on a guided tour but fdecided that people dressed in costumes talking a version of olde Englishe to be a tad corny so gave it a miss. There you go. There were some others in 'costume' and, eventually, we realised that these are genuine Amish people here as tourists just like every one else. The highlight of our day, really.
We then walk to Plymouth Rock. Well, part of it. The rest has gone. Not sure where. Souvenirs? This is all that's left of where the Mayflower landed back in the day. 
Here Vicky is doing some last minute 'shuffling' of bag contents to get through the latest security checks. 
We have arrived in Provincetown after a long drive along Route 6 (not to be confused with R6A, obviously) the length of Cape Cod. The road was very busy. Much more so than we anticipated. We mean, where are all these buggers going to? Again, there are very few wagons. It's mainly cars and small vans all travelling bumper-to-bumper at exactly the 60mph speed limit. When we finally get to Provincetown, some two hours after we set out, it is really busy and parking spots are even harder to find than usual. Aha! So they were all heading here just like us. The only place we can find is some one's back yard. It's a big back yard we grant you, and it looks out over Cape Cod Bay but $10 is a bit steep, even so. Mind you, that does include the nice lady agreeing to putting David's slice of quiche we bought from Beth's Special Teas this morning in the fridge (in case he got peckish) whilst we walk around and, as we don't come back for about four hours, it was probably a bargain (probably).
Provincetown has a reputation for being 'bohemian'. It has several shops decorated just like this along the road behind the harbour. Needless to say, we didn't venture inside on account of them being chock-a-block with bohemians doing the dastardly things that bohemians do. Indeed, we quickly conclude, that we haven't seen so many bohemians per square foot since visiting Byron Bay.
We have some lunch (another fish restaurant, but not as good as the one in Falmouth) and then walk it off with a stroll around the harbour. The sun is out and they are doing whalewatching trips from here but they've already departed. That's probably just as well. A fourth would be really indulgent.
Just to the east of Wellfleet lies the Cape Cod National Seashore and we follow signs for Marconi Beach. We stand on the famous beach from where people actually believed that a signal could be sent from here all the way to Europe. Fools! It'll never work.
From there, we head back along Route 6 all the way to Barnstable, where we turn off onto R6A just so we can get in a quick game of crazy golf at a place just outside Sandwich that has been 'calling' us all week. It's a tough course but we are skilled and experienced players and it holds no fears for us. The light is fading fast by the time we have fought out 18 holes of close combat. It's nearly 6:00pm by the time we finish and the owner is keen to close-up. We are the last to leave. 
Here we have a photo of two happy sods about to go whalewatching for the third time this holiday. How every indulgent. Still, it's good for the soul and there's no harm in it, eh? We're not sure if we should indulge ourselves this way again. The first two trips were great and it's hard to see how this one from Barnastable will be better. We've had another leisurely start as the tides dictate that the boat can't depart until 12:30pm. Let's drink a toast to the tides, then.
Today's trip is the best one yet. Nothing short of fantastic. We only see humpbacks, no finbacks but, when we say 'only see humpbacks' we really are getting complacent. Humpbacks are the stars of the ocean as far as we are concerned. They are like massive black dolphins in that they are so gregarious. Always doing something. Other whale species we have seen (sperm whales, southern right whales) simply come up to the surface, blow some spray out of their blowholes, show off a dorsal fin perhaps, and then dive down with a nice view of their tail. That is brilliant, of course it is, but humpbacks do all that and much more. They roll on their bellies like huge playful puppies wanting their bellies tickled, and flick the water with their flippers and tail. They 'snake' through the water with their head out, just because they can. They breach out of the water backwards (the classic humpback image) as they dive back down in search of a meal. However, it seems that only mature males do that as they show off in front of the females prior to mating. Those dirty buggers have done the dreaded deed and have now all swum back to the Caribbean. So it's left to the mature females to put on a show today. This is a shot of 'Nile' - she's a grandmother whose had eight calves over the years -and she's an expert feeder. Here, she is 'bubble fishing' and, having trapped the fish in the net of bubbles, she surges up through the water with her mouth wide open. You can see the upper jaw, the lower jaw, and the baleen through which she squeezes out the salt water as she closes her mouth, before gulping down the meal. 
This is what 'Nile' is after. Schools of sanderling. It's what our North Sea puffins live on. We are pretty sure that we saw 'Nile' and her calf on our first whalewatch trip from Boston. Now, here she is again. In just two weeks her calf has gone from being a playful thing, swimming along in tandem at her side, to a creature mimicking its mother and trying to catch fish by itself. It is not being all that successful at the mo', but we can see that it will quickly getting the hang of it.
See? What did we tell you? Leave yer long-uns at home. You only need a short one here. 100mm zoom is all you need, other wise you can't get the whole whale in frame.
Back on dry land, we leave Barnstable and head west in search of Sandy Neck - a wonderful stretch of white sand we spotted as the boat left the harbour earlier. However, you can only get to it by 4WD and as the Starship Prius does not have that capability, we content ourselves with this beach. As you can see, we're not the only ones enjoying the late afternoon sunshine. As you can see, this is slightly out of focus due to David's eyesight and the fact that our zoom lense is not auto focus. Note to Dave and Vicky: get eyes tested at Boots when we get home.