After checking out and avoiding whoever we interupted the night before, we walked back over to Broadway where we feasted on literal buckets of shellfish, with compulsorary bib, shell crackers and possibly the best and friendliest waitress ever!

It was then time to hit get back in to Frank and hit the road again. A visit to Tennessee wouldn't have been complete without a little visit to the Jack Daniels town of Lynchburg. We just made it in time for one of the last tours of the day. As a free tour there were no freebies - most disappointing. Instead I had to make do with breathing in the fumes at every given opportunity instead. The best opportunity was when our tour guide opened the vat of 120% proof whiskey. The irony is that it is in a dry county so the employees and people of the town can't actually buy any of the bourbon they make! Good ol' Jack Daniels gives every employee a bottle each month with their pay check. We also learnt about how poor Mr Jack killed himself on his own safe. His nephew used to get in early to the office and open up the safe etc. One day Jack decides to go in early to work, in frustration at not being able to open the safe he kicked it - breaking his toe, leading to infection of which he ultimately died. Moral of the story? It never pays to go to work early. There are many theories about the No. 7 on every bottle, but my favourite is that as a lifelong bachelor he had seven girlfriends.

That night we carried on down to Huntsville where we booked in to a little chalet. Here we made friends with a cat who chilled out with us for the night whilst we feasted on our grilled cheese sandwiches from Waffle House and watched more Duck Dynasty. Until we thought he might have fleas then he was asked politely to leave.