Time to go....

Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,

And sorry I could not travel both

And be one traveler, long I stood

And looked down one as far as I could

To where it bent in the undergrowth;

Then took the other, as just as fair,

And having perhaps the better claim,

Because it was grassy and wanted wear;

Though as for that the passing there

Had worn them really about the same,

And both that morning equally lay

In leaves no step had trodden black.

Oh, I kept the first for another day!

Yet knowing how way leads on to way,

I doubted if I should ever come back.

I shall be telling this with a sigh

Somewhere ages and ages hence:

Two roads diverged in a wood, and I—

I took the one less traveled by,

And that has made all the difference.

Robert Frost - The Road Not Taken

Cry Havoc and let Slip the Dogs of War

A few beers and surprise dinner organised by Rachel (in a wholly transparent piece of inheritance protection (love ya besty 😍))

and we are off, (we being myself and Theakston, my partner in crime.)

In the immortal words of Douglas Adams.....

Malham to Marrakesh