The arrangement was that Anne would be at Kathleen’s place, so we were seeing the sights all together until Sunday. We saw the sea, cathedrals, went to a boat trip along the Mersey channel and went to a seaside pub. We also visited my favorite Maritime Museum on Saturday. It is so big that we did not manage to walk through it on Saturday afternoon and had to leave one floor for Sunday.

On Saturday afternoon we visited the choir Kathleen sings in. They had a performance in the evening, to which we were invited, but we preferred a visit to the Tony Colingwood club in Manchester. There were two and a half squares, people were dancing C3A, and because we had known practically everybody, the visit was really nice. Actually we did not know only about two people, and they were quite surprised how everybody was talking to us, and could not understand how we knew each other. Well, that’s how it goes when you don’t go out to the dances.

After the club ended one of the squares stayed for another half hour, and we had time to try the first half of C3B that we had learned before in practice. We were pretty good.

On the way back, almost at the end, we lived through a small traffic adventure. It was after eleven, no cars anywhere. We came to a crossroad; on the side where we were standing were two straight lanes, behind the crossroad only one. I went through the crossroad straight and ended in an opposite lane. Lenka noticed it and said: "you are on the wrong side", and I automatically turned to the right.  We immediately realized that this was wrong, so we went over two lanes to the left. If there were cars this would not happen, but this way it looked like we were drunk. The same thought must have occurred to the cops behind us, because they caught up with us and signaled for us to stop. This busty girl came out of the police car and was really surprised when she saw, from which side I got out. She came closer, saw a steering wheel, understood and tried to be helpful. She asked whether I knew where I was going and how to get there and told me about three times to drive carefully. I agreed with her on everything, the rest of the journey was OK and I thought how helpful, hardworking, and obliging the police was in England. Little I had known that we would get to know them much better.