On the way to Suffolk we were trapped on the M25 for ages and when we finally hit the A12 we were hungry.
We had, before we set off, formulated a plan to stop off at Dedham Art and Craft Centre which had a vegetarian cafe. And art. And craft, presumably.
But we were hungry and so that plan went out the window. We were stopping at the first place we came to.
Which was, essentially, a garage with some kind of drive through attached. It was packed and there was nowhere to stop.
We drove on. We were stopping at the next place we came to. We were hungry.
In the distance we could see a diner of some description. It looked a bit run down. The traffic was heavy. We made a quick decision to pull over.
The diner was boarded up and surrounded by chain link fence. Weeds were growing in the forecourt. There was broken glass on the road. A tumbleweed drifted past. In the distance a church bell tolled.
We continued on our way. The traffic was so heavy that it took ages to pull out onto the road. We were very hungry. We were stopping at the next place we came to.
There was a garage with a Little Chef attached. We pulled over. Behind a lorry which sat in front of us so that we couldn't pass. I got a flat tyre.
I'd intended to just have a sandwich but we were really hungry so we went into the Little Chef.
Little Chef has let himself go. He's not the cheeky chirpy happy he used to be. One too many Olympic breakfasts, most of them scattered on the floor. An array of furniture that looked like it had been sourced from various Little Chefs as they had closed down through the 80s and 90s.
We had some lunch but, frankly, it was not the meal that I had anticipated as being the diet-breaker.
I had hoped for better.
But we were very hungry!