After 26 hours, countless movies, a little sleep and loads too much food, we actually arrived at Manchester airport early. Fortunately Miles had researched that the flight was going to be earlier than expected and we started our adventure. We drove to Motram St Andrew and interrupted Auntie Annette's porridge! After a cup of tea with Annette and Robin, we made our way to four very needed showers at the hotel just down the road.
After a full smorgasbord breakfast (our third of the day) the lads retired to. Watch the lions take on the Waratahs while Kyra and Claire took some directions for a stroll through the local countryside with some directions from the hotel. After 3 hours the girls retired rather sore and tired having got hopelessly lost in the countryside. After seeing 3 statues of giraffes, they truly thought they were so terribly jet lagged and possibly in the wrong country!
Instead of walking to Prestbury, they drove with the lads and enjoyed the local quaint and very attractive village. A burger for lunch after walking through the Norman church past some gallows and we felt so much better.
Back to the hotel for a sleep before meeting Robin and Annette for dinner at the nearby The Bull's Inn - lovely!