Perseverance

This is still playing a drum when your hands are bleeding.

Morton and I managed to run into a huge protest parade by complete accident. Nothing like walking down the street to the sounds of pipes, whistles and drums.

After a lovely walk around the historic areas of Liverpool, bacon was calling, and we frantically searched for a restaurant that sold it. Ending up in a posh burger restaurant was not what either of us had intended, but it was the only place that sold bacon! Must have looked like the strangest date ever, the two of us hungover, unironed clothes, no make-up on my part and rather beardy on Morton's. The conversation was interesting though, and nice to get to know him a little better.