Ducked, well and truly.

This afternoon we picked up Peter and nipped out to Murnau yet again to dismantle/demolish a big six-door wardrobe and take it to the recycling. One of the staff borrowed a trailer, had a great, destructive time with us, then drove to the tip. For which he got a tip.
We were meeting up with a few folk later but P wanted to get home, so we drove back to Weilheim, relaxed for a good ten minutes then caught a train … back to Murnau. To Griesbrau to be exact, where multiple beverages were consumed along with a quarter duck (see leftovers) and half of S’s half chicken. I was starving! A great, wind-down evening for us; much needed and to top it off we got a lift home. Perfect.