Time for bed



Well, all I can say is what a weekend. Over the course of the past two days, spent with around 20 others in a very well-appointed bunk barn, I have:

* fallen deeper in love with the Brecon Beacons

* enjoyed the incredible weather which meant that, even up a big hill in Wales in early February, it was possible to wander about in only a T-shirt without being at all cold

* marvelled at the power of fresh air and beautiful scenery to banish a nasty hangover and the even nastier thoughts of my beloved Newcastle Utd's latest drubbing

* fed some ducks

* eaten a huge roast dinner

* drunk about three times my own bodyweight in wine

* got to know someone I "met" through Stylus better, and found myself trying to explain my inability to understand what's so special about The Pixies

* tried to formulate some thoughts on the American presidential race

* had a debate about whether what Stars Of The Lid do is music

* played a lot of table tennis and a genius party game of "accusations, lying, bluffing, second-guessing, assassination, and mob hysteria"

* listened to a cover of Slayer's 'Seasons In The Abyss' played on two acoustic guitars and a miniature child's drumkit

* thought it was a good idea to turn the clock back an hour as a way of extending the fun

* joined others in a game which involved deliberately spooning chicken cawl into your eye

* finally hit the sack at 6am two days in a row

Off to bed it is, then.

(Thanks to Owen for the organisation, and Jenni for the photo.)