I notice that today is Anzac Day. There's no hoo-haa here like we find in Australia ; they have their own special days to commemorate. On the news, there was an item about the death of the last survivor of the raid into Norway in 1942 to sabotage the facility which was producing 'heavy water' for the German nuclear program. The saboteurs were all Norwegian, trained to live off the land and cause what damage they could. Their heroic acts put the German program back by many months.
We went out for dinner tonight which got off to a bad start when the waitress spilled a tray of drinks across our table. I couldn't believe how far the shards of glass travelled cross the floor. Despite that, the meal was excellent. I tried something new for my entree; it was called Zebra and was slices of black pudding and buffalo mozzarella. Unusual but delicious.
It's another early start tomorrow as I want to catch the 9.40 train from Glasgow Central to Blackpool.
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