The farmhouse is a whirl of packing and tidying as we all cram our belongings into bags and cases and argue about how to divvy up the leftover food and wine. At 11.30, with passengers squeezed in next to perilously perched suitcases, we’re ready to go. Although it’s another very fine day, there’s a sober mood as we head back up the A30. We’ve agreed to meet up in Honiton for lunch, which is about 2 hours away.

We pull into Honiton at about 2pm, just in time to find that the town’s only pub has just stopped serving lunch. We’re directed to another pub a few miles away but find that this doesn’t serve food after 2pm either. We had spotted a Little Chef on the road towards the second pub and decide that there’s nothing else for it.

The Little Chef turns out to be surprisingly OK and we all wallow in the retro-ness of it all. Sarah confirms her instinctive suspicion of mushy peas. We all insist on taking a free lolly afterwards to complete the recreation of the childhood holiday experience.

And then – that’s it! Back out in the car park we say our goodbyes before we get back into our respective cars and head off back to London………..