Halfway back to Cambridge. Bugshaw munching Real Food, ladymoonray refuelling with tea, me photosynthesising. (insufficient natural light at con). Swisstone, meanwhile, is being Erudite with a book.
Fickle kitty and broken B. Final few miles enlivened by fog - cones, fans, sheets of light from cars and streetlights - like an impromptu lightshow for Kashmir. And so (insists Ozy) to bed.