Efforts

I've sailed down there. Just the two of us. In a relatively small boat. It was (very) windy. We won. It was a long time ago.

A remarkably smooth, if long, day of travelling. The bus driver stopped at a closed bus stop, the train was late so we caught it, Gatwick was horribly busy but we got through all the check points in less than 40mins, the flight was on time, the taxi was waiting and the hotel remembered us. It still took around 10 hours from home to bar but on the whole, a good day.

I'm now full of tapas and Spanish wine and ready for bed. No.1 has sent the obligatory photo of the cats pretending to sulk (like they really care as long as there are free flow Dreamies) so there is nothing left to do.

Pool tomorrow. And more wine. It would be rude not to after the efforts of getting here.