We join Barrie and Mikey at the humorously named Wonderbar a
hundred yards or so down the road/hill. Jugs of beer. Chef et al try
to persuade Chris and me to do something harder tomorrow. We say we’ll
see. It depends on the weather (forecast to be as bad as today) and,
for me, how my back feels. Chris and I agree to (maybe) take a look
outside at 8am. I’d like to do something harder and more interesting
than Les Esserts, but I’d prefer to do so when I can see where I’m
going. Barrie reckons it’ll clear up on Wednesday.
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