Slow morning

I'm not sure if it was too much wine or jetlag or both, but we were both dragging the next morning.

Russell headed off in search of an Asian grocery store while I packed our bags for the next journey. He was using the public bikes but that ended up being a very frustrating experience. He did manage to find some ingredients for the dinner he will be making next week.

After packing, I went off in a different direction and found a really impressive whiskey shop. I bought a bottle of Welsh whiskey as a contribution to the manor house liquor stockpile.Читать далее