She must have jumped out of the window of the the Land Rover to come and look for him and followed someone in through the automatic doors. And instead of looking for him, her nosiness got the better of her. She had never been in a super store like Tesco's before! Now she was entertaining the staff and customers! It took him forever to get her out of the store. Everyone wanted Martha to continue dancing! She ended up doing encore after encore before Mr Finleyson could pick her up and run out of the store! It was only when they got back to the Land Rover, he realised he had forgotten the milk and bread! That was the last time he took Martha to Tesco's! His thoughts came back to the present, and the rest of the journey. As he cruised down the M1, his thoughts were on the directions he had written down before he had set off back in Scotland. He didn't have that fancy Sat nav, he had a plain old fashioned AA road map of the whole of Britain. He was to come off the M1 at Leicester, then drive to Peterborough then take the A1 (M) to Huntingdon. From there it was on to Cambridge and then the drive east to Norwich. The show grounds were on the outskirts of Norwich before the city centre. They were now about an hour away. He checked his watch, it was 7.15 am. It would not matter if they were a little late as the judging would not start until 10.00 am. They had plenty of time! The traffic was heavier than when he got onto the M1 at 6.30 am but moving along at a steady fifty mph. Mr Finleyson started to sing as he motored down the M1. He sang that song from "Annie get your Gun," which was "Buttons and Bows." He had always liked the movie and the song. Martha rocked from side to side on her cushion as he sang. He could never get depressed with a companion like Martha. She was his world and he loved her to bits! As they neared the last leg of their journey, Mr Finleyson kept a close watch for the sign for Cambridge. He spotted it after another ten miles of driving, and then got into the lane that would take him there. Finally they were in Cambridge and he took that road east to Norwich. . He glanced at his watch, it was now 8.00 am. He reckoned they would be at the show grounds by 8 30. Plenty of time to register and get ready for the judging. It had been a long drive for him and the hens and they still had to make the journey back. He would take his time and pull over at a rest area to sleep for the night. He now knew he had made the right decision to retire after the Norwich show. This was the last show his hens and Martha would ever compete in again! He was too old and tired to go through such a long, gruelling journey. As this trip had taken its toll on him, not to mention how hard it was on Martha and the other hens. He looked forward to getting back home to his farm and putting his feet up. He would employ another farm hand to help Tom and also to take the heavy load off him. It was about time he started enjoying life. He wasn't even bothered if Martha won or even placed. The same thing for the other hens he had brought. In fact he should never have made the journey to Norwich. He did not need the money and there was not a hen in Britain who could match Martha's accolades! She was retiring at the top. He scolded himself for driving across country when he didn't need to. He had nothing to prove!