Swapping dainty teacups for mugs, the fearless duo swept through the wilds of Warwickshire hunting down the perfect cuppa. After breakfast at Rhubarb in Blackminster - sausage, bacon, egg, tomato, baked beans, black pudding, mushrooms and fried bread (with tea and, for a change, coffee, and also some food-swapping - I don't eat eggs or tomato and Peter passes on bread and sausages), we meandered to a spot of tea at this railway carriage in Little Milcote.
Having assuaged the bacon-induced thirst to some extent, we ventured to Preston-on-Stour (diet coke and a Fentiman's lemonade), then more tea at the airfield at Wellesbourne and a well-deserved cup of tea at Hatton lock on the Grand Union.
All this was mixed with two bouts of ecclesiastical image-making, a stroll by the canal, rice pudding and a toasted teacake - just a typical boys-day-out.
