Cold, Wet & Formal

It being Saturday rugby loomed large on the calendar.
Joshua and I had our first home cooked breakfast for a while and then set of for the Roseland. Although Roseland RFC is just a few miles as the crow flies reaching Philleigh involves an almost thirty mile journey through Truro.
The game took place in unpleasant weather and Josh called a halt after sixty minutes as the visitors, Stithians, ran out of players.
We returned home via the King Harry Ferry arriving in time for a quick change into DJ’s before climbing into a taxi and heading off for a formal dinner and dance.
Really enjoyable evening with Clare and Joshua spent in the company of good friends.