To Rome

All seemed to be going well until we got to check-in at the airport.  We pulled the passports from their covers to find that we were standing there with Ingrid and Kirsty's!!! Cue panic stations and a call to Kirsty asking her to get Pete's passport, jump in the car and get to Gatwick 'pronto'.  Kirsty did the job and with a handover from a car window in the outside lane of the drop off area, we had the necessary paperwork. Then the jog back to the terminal which led to a tweak of a calf muscle (silly eh?).  After that, flight and train into Rome were uneventful - thank goodness.  Hotel seems fine; a walk from the station but less than a kilometre.

We walked out to a local restaurant for dinner (a recommendation from the concierge but one that Pete had looked at before we travelled).  We had the local main courses (an osso bucco and a saltimbocca) and shared a carbonara starter - all very good with a bottle of local wine!