Sunday, May 21
I'm a Criminal in Devon
I forgot about the pocket knife in my pouch. (I remembered to move it to checked baggage for the flight to London.) In the U.S., I would just surrender the knife and move on. But here in Devon, that short-bladed knife turned out to be an illegal weapon - the locking blade made it so. So, I couldn't just surrender it; the police had to interview me and make a report. I'm on file now in Devon. I won't try to carry a knife here in the future... things would get serious.
After that rigmarole, I got my last cream tea. Now, on to find my gate.
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