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Getting in touch with Satan

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Having found ourselves sedentary for too long and not wishing to lose our incredible svelte body shapes we strap on our walking boots once again and head towards the Devil's Punchbowl(DP). for a morning's perambulation. Parking is an issue in the Uk, it is either non-existent or costs 10 pounds an hour(+VAT); the latter proves to be the case at the National Front carpark at the DP. Anyway the walk turns out to be a jolly affair with some rather wonderful views of the Surrey countryside. We join Claire and Suzannah Mary for lunch and afternoon tea and then we are booked in for a tour of the Hogsback brewery-an enlightening visit with copious free samples of their fine brew. We meet the young folk for dinner at a local public house.
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Suzannah Mary

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Today we leave Rome for UK. Taxi to the airport and after that near death experience we load up with Italian chacuterie and cheese. We race to the gate as it is boarding only to discover that this is the Gatwick not the Heathrow flight so it is a furious race to the correct gate. Thank God we ran as we then sat on the tarmac for an hour and a half. Arriving at Heathrow was smooth as usual with the usual hour wait to pass through border check and mandatory internal examination by the drug sniffer dog. We pick up our rental car after some confusion regarding the difference between bay 403 and 404 we motor out to Guildford for our first meeting with the latest addition to our ever expanding collection of grand children, Suzzanah Mary. We go out to lunch at Guildford's finest, 5 Guys! I prepare an over salty carbonara for dinner.
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Last day in Rome

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This morning we have a farewell breakfast and then after much cheek kissing we leave for a private tour of Rome with our docent, Dugald. We lunch near the Vatican and then set off in search for the legendary taglia puntarelle; after a long hike we find the shop but to everyone's horror and dismay we find they are out of stock(probably due to another Italian crisis). Crestfallen, we trudge the long lonely path back to our hotel, but en route my clever wife finds one in a swisho shop! Tonight we have been invited to the opening of Rome's Aesop shop(long story); we blend in very nicely with the supermodels, aristocracy and other Eurotrash and watch as various tramps help themselves to the free food and champagne. We then the 4km to our restaurant specialising in offal. Better not to ask
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Dirty feet and a farewell dinner

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We enjoy breakfast with views over the Pizza Navona and then we are off for a Caravaggio and food tour, my favourite artist and my favourite sustenance, what could possibly go wrong. Peasant lady wearing traditional Roman dress. At the end of the tour the hardcore foodies (Stefano and the blogmeister) slope off in search of offal; we are richly rewarded in the Jewish quarter, where I get to try the local speciality, pajata-intestine of milk fed veal, still containing the milk(how can I eat that crap!) It turns out to be remarkably flavoursome. In the evening we get all dolled up for the farewell dinner in a swanky joint. We walk the 2km back to our hotel full of fine food and wine. Great pair of knockers
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