The weekend is over, but what a weekend.
I had to work on Saturday but this inconvenience was more than compensated for when The Plumber hosted the final party at Casa Framebo.
Top quality BBQ spread, free flowing beer as well as
Moscow Mules and
Dr Pepper by the bucketload and a glorious camp fire. Entertainment was laid on with a variety of poisters (with and without fire), jugglers, various discussions about the merits of R2D2 in the bid for world domination and a poker game in which I was knocked out after only 2 hands.
Around 2.30am, I was presented with a bottle of fine champagne and toasted on reaching my
commuting milestone. this was a particular honour for me, not because of my achievment on the bike, but because I was surrounded by my closest friends, who humbled me completely when they raised a toast to me.
Anyway, the night rambled on until there were only 4 remaining. The campfire still burned brightly but the morning sun was beginning to consider making an appearance bringing with it a very spiritual sense of belonging as we sat together and enjoyed the calm of early dawn.
Feeling rough today.