After nearly two weeks in a hotel, Dwight finally ran out of underwear, so today was the day I went to an English launderette. I sorted our stuff into three loads, packed them into our largest suitcase, and stopped by reception to stock up on coins. (It took 3.5 pounds sterling per wash, or about $7...a bit less to dry.) Getting down to Fortune's Well, the village at the base of our cliff, was easy as I was pulled along by the rolling suitcase. Afterwards, I could have caught a bus back up the hill, but I decided on walking to atone for last night's clotted cream with raspberries dessert. It's a steep climb anyway, but hauling a suitcase behind made for quite a workout! The clothes that I took out of the dryer early are strewn on towels over every available surface here in the room, and the windows and door are open for circulation. While I am thus confined to quarters, I'll update our blog.
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