Elizabeth is filling in Saturday's entry on the journey back to Hillmorton on the Sunday. She is at the desk in the office part of the dining room, logged on via mobile modem (which the media calls a dongle and which E thinks sounds rude). Pete yells out the bridge numbers and Elizabeth marks on the map with a highlighter pen. This will be "where we can find fat band on the Oxford" in the map key. We know. SAD.
