Quick visit with Eric, then over to the pub for lunch. Somehow, I don't expect a British pub to make a great Eggplant Lasagna, but this was a winner: layers of eggplant, broccoli, spinach and just enough pasta to provide structural integrity, held together with bechamel, with a thick layer of melted cheese on top, all baked golden-brown in a crock. It even went well with the ale -- yum.
Thence back to Vera's so that Kate and Ann (Kate's mother) could have some quiet time with her, while Peter and I were shooed away. He took me on an hour-long driving tour of Bristol (where he and Anne had gone to college), showing off the riverways and gorges. It was a slightly forced bonding experience for both of us, but it's a pretty town and made for a pleasant diversion.
Back on the train to London, and I finally got to meet
A pleasant dinner of Indian delivery food (quite good, as promised), and to bed.
Next: Off to Spain