The well-oiled war machine Antony, Tasha and I are was done with the fieldwork on Sunday. On Monday we would travel back. They were by car; they wanted to be on the road rather early. But I had come by train, on an off-peak ticket; I couldn't travel until 9.48. Was that bad? No! It was a beautiful sunny day, and I knew Peterborough, which I had never before visited, boasted on a glamorous cathedral. So I had a look at that before I accepted the way back. It's nice!