In Maldon on the Sunday of the rally (to whence we were conveyed by steam train, a form of transport predating even Daimler). We couldn't be arsed doing another quiz, so after perusing the many Junketeria in this historic gold town, and having a tasty lunch at the Lions Club while watching the local kids' billy-cart time trials down a steep street (complete with the local copper and his radar gun as timekeeper!), we thought a pint at the Grand Hotel was by far the better way to wile away the afternoon.