The portaloos speed through the night courtesy of UPS who promptly lose them somewhere near Gnome (don't ask about routing) although the on-line tracking puts them between Reno and Miami just outside Heathrow Airport. The toilet rolls were sent by snail mail and now wait in a very lonely Tavern car park.

A lone figure pees against a holly tree, gaunt and bearded features staring in the half light. The woman staggers back into the bar, no one had told her about the change of arrangements.