After stuffing ourselves with as much of the hotel breakfast as possible, it was back east, unpack, pick up the post and have a blether, take a photo, visit mum (really? Two black women were in her bed?) and then back to organise stuff and read the papers.
Later watched two whole episodes of War and Peace which is much better than I feared. Though I think our hero Pierre comes over as just a bit too twerpish. I think Anthony Hopkins in the earlier TV series brought a whole lot more to the role. So far, that is.
It may be that Jez also needs to be a bit careful in that regard.