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I took friday off work, and in the morning I arranged a banker's draft to pay for the car, and we had a look on the internet for train times to Exeter. I had called the guy selling the car and arranged with him that we'd go down to Devon on Friday and stay over at a hotel and pick the car up on Saturday morning. We found this little hotel called Two Bridges Hotel in the middle of Dartmoor. It was amazing, although we had to smile when we discovered that an inch on multimap.com can mean 45 minutes in a taxi on those narrow country roads. Four poster antique bed in our room, nice cheap bar with real ale, and absolutely incredible food. I won't bore you with the details of what we ate except to say I don't think I've had a better meal in a restaurant ever. If you ever find yourself down that end of England, check it out.

In the morning the guy picked us up in the car and we drove down to his garage to do the paperwork (and I drooled over a new Ferarri convertible and a historic Ford Rally car). Then we had a completely uneventful drive home - which was lovely given my recent experiences of mechanical things breaking when I come to use them. Sorting the insurance was slightly more painful as it added £650 to my annual premium. Bollocks to insurance companies - thieving bastards!

Alison has the car today - she's at a friend's birthday party down in Brighton, and she'll be back tomorrow (with the car in one piece, I'm praying).