Whilst the more alert of the group took to the time pods of ancient Jorvik, below the streets of York, the rest of us took to our beds. 

Those who braved the smells of the (hugely realistic) Viking latrine arrived back at the hotel bar looking a little green. 

They all blamed it on the smells at Jorvik, strange how nobody mentioned the quantity of alcohol consumed the previous night!

Armed with coffee (lots of) and chocolate biscuits, those who remained settled in front of the TV to enjoy the delights of Monza for the Italian Grand Prix.

A disappointing afternoon for RedFraggle with poor old Schumie coming in a poor fourth place.  Seeing a Williams, Ferrari, Williams podium even Ralf beat his big brother!

And So - off to home...

RedFraggle travels light - until next time.