We walked back to the station with Mum and Dad and the boys and saw them onto their train then headed back to the hotel. I think. I feel like I would have headed into a pub right away, but maybe we went back just to check in. Clare had mostly done it online so it was quick, then we were out again. We went in a pub called The Office that was OK, offered a huge range of gin. Clare was not at all well the whole weekend but did soldier on. This place had an interesting history of gin on it's walls and an uninspiring looking kitchen, one of those places that turns its kitchen over to offer Thai food. No idea what the food was like, my last few Thai meals have been disappointing so I was not tempted. Clare said the kitchen looked untidy, a bad sign.
Paul Clarke's blog - I live in Hythe in the deep South. Wed to Clare and father to 2, I'm a full stack web engineer, + I do js / Node, some ruby, other languages ect ect. I like pubs, running, eating, home automation + other diy stuff, history, genealogy, Television, squirrels, pirates, lego, and TIME TRAVEL.