Drive

Well, the drive down to Poole actually went really smoothly. Met up with colleague in Cambridge at 9.30, and we were in Poole by midnight.

Of course, we then got lost, and couldn’t find the hotel.

So we actually got in to the hotel at 1am. Knackered.

Another of those things where I can sit back and say “Yeah, I did that, and managed it just fine”.

The training course went well too (well, the first day of it, anyway) and things seem like they’re coming together at last. Then a very pleasant evening in a fantastic little restaurant – a whole seven tables, in what could almost have been the front room of a house – that I’d just come across while wandering (sounds familiar from my Amsterdam trip last year!)

Of course, there’s now the drive back tonight….