Made it to Wales in one piece, despite the best efforts of my car, which despite being only a few years old decided to go pop on the M6 (Thankfully the toll bit so I was able to be gotten to easily and rescued and stuff!). Four hours sat in a pub starring longingly at a fine selection of ales (and three real ciders including a one brewed in the pub) waiting for said popped car to be fixed.
Anyway. In the immortal words of someone or other. Drink! Feck! Arse!