This was the final episode in the theme of “huge meals for Mary Beth” yesterday.
Photos courtesy Marge Hurst (also on location, in this case on the aerodynamically lurching and rolling ferry to Wellington)
It was a little brisk this morning. Went from 8°C to 5°C as we drove down into the valley but then the sun came out, dried up all the fog and clouds and it got nice and warm again.
Had a leisurely (and immense*) breakfast at the Bealey before we headed off towards the ferry. The thermometer in the car showed a nippy 8°C or 46.5°F. Warm for the folks back home but rather bracing here. As we drove … Continue reading →
lawn mowing service at ferry terminal? ??
Basically my wife was immature. I’d be at home in the bath and she would come in and sink my boats.
