One of those...

...where the blip is after midnight the previous night. Highly drunken antics enjoying the surprisingly energetic nightlife of Torquay. Frosty reception from the bed and breakfast hosts the following morning. I don't think because we'd been loud on our return, but more because we'd sailed close to the 8.30-9.15 strict breakfast window; plonking ourselves down at around 8.55.

Claire (middle) and my sister (front) as cousins share a lot of genetics if their love of pugs, wine and being loud are fair indicators.

More cider drunk in London when breaking up the return journey from the south west and meeting up with a friend. All in all, more cider consumed this weekend than in the previous 34 years combined.