It wasn't Domenic. (That was before Christmas; the last haircut) but Luke did a grand job of it and poured me a beer as I was having a lot of it cut off. I shall have to tell Domenic about the beer thing.
I sorted out the resupply box, read twenty days of mail (tore up most of it - junk crap) and skimmed TGO for proper reading in fifteen weeks time. Washed the boots (disgracefully dirty) and rang Mum - (it is Mother's Day, for those of you dead children out there who had forgotten)
Then off to the pub with Rachael & Will for a few pints of Doom Bar - probably the last of the trip as I will be leaving their area shortly. The pub was lovely / lively, above the 'Hole in the Wall' and Tattoo Dave walked in - his shaved head, neck & shoulders completely covered in - you've guessed it already.
So - tomorrow is another day, and Frankly My Dear, I don't give a damn! I am getting into the mind-set of the 'gentleman of the road' and I am sure Alveston will roll towards me slowly as long as I am still upright on both feet.
I may well be bumping into Pat halfway through the day, who has been following the blog. That will be fun: I have decided that after years of being ambivalent towards the great unknown, I am now looking forward to discovering new places, new people and new experiences that hitherto I would have avoided like the plague!
I am getting into this handsomely.