... a lovely night, in that spot of light in the middle of the blackness of the night in the wood, with that pale moon chased by restless clouds, casting hardly any light -but it was not needed, they shone bright. There's pictures.....
Sunday was a very slow day, with my head feeling like a fishbowl, every movement creating waves that crashed against one side of my cranium, then the other. Then I remembered. Czech beer, then wine, then more beer, then more wine, real ale, Sambucca, more ale and more wine and finally the Bacardi that