The rarist thing... a weekend of me.

I get up to a lot. One weekend in three, I pop up to Henlow and go flying (when I say Henlow, I mean RAF Henlow, not Baron's house. His house is really cool but I think I'd be using hyperbole to suggest you could take off in it). The weekends I don't do that, chances are I'm going to end up driving to a family gathering.