This done, he made his way back to the Land Rover and lifted Martha off her cushion. He went back to the grassy area, put Martha down and sat on the same bench. He drank his coffee and shared his toast with Martha. He did not have time to sit there for as long as he had the night before. They needed to get going if they were going to reach Norwich on time. He had changed his clothes, fed the hens, cleared out their cages, had coffee and shared his breakfast with Martha. The Land Rover was full to the neck with diesel. After going over his mental checklist, he went to pick Martha up. She was enjoying the grassy park like area with the sun on her back. She gave him an accusing look with the shiny, black, beady eyes as Mr Finleyson scooped her up in his arms. She was enjoying herself! It was now 6:30 am and time hit the road. He plonked Martha down on her cushion and started the engine. He put the Land Rover into gear and moved forward from the rest area onto the road. The hens and Martha were really making a racket with their loud clucking. They knew they were close to Norwich and the show grounds. They were getting excited, as was Mr Finleyson. It was already warm, clear blue skies, sun shining brightly and it was only 6:30 am. It was going to be a glorious day! He would call Tom when they arrived at the show grounds to tell him they had arrived safely and to inquire about his other hens and the farm. He knew his farm and his hens were in safe hands but it did not stop him from worrying. They were still around ninety miles away from Norwich. Mr Finleyson drove onto the slip road that would take him onto the motorway which was the M1. It was starting to get busy with commuters. Martha was sitting up surveying her surroundings as the Land Rover did a steady 60 mph. She was the most inquisitive hen he had ever owned. She was also the most bolshie! He thought back to a few months ago when he had left Martha in the Land Rover, with the windows down, for a few minutes so he could pop into Tesco's for some bread and milk. Next thing he knows, the store is in a state of uproarious laughter and customers and staff were running to the produce section. It was like a stampede. People were pushing and shoving. Some woman pushed past him, her trolley into his side, knocking him bandy! Mr Finleyson was swept along in the stampede. When he got to the produce section, there was Martha on top of the shelf that the bananas were on and she was doing a jig! Her little stick legs were a blur. They flew from side to side and she spun round, wings flapping, her black beady eyes were smiling. It looked as if she was doing the Jig,Highland fling and the Lindy with a touch of break dancing thrown in! All the people in Tesco had gathered round Martha and were laughing and clapping their hands. The staff had abandoned their tills and a few shoplifters took the opportunity to clean out the booze aisle. Martha was a real show off. She was loving the attention!