Halfway through pre-week and everything is starting to come together. Hard work, but a pleasure when surrounded by some of the loveliest people on earth.
A mixture of staff, Ops and others head to the Rising Sun on Cleeve Hill for the evening and the hardiest amongst us ignore the manager's warnings about 'unbearable cold' and sit outside to watch the glorious sunset as we eat our grub (no the irony of the pub's name has not been lost on us).
Sitting on Cleeve Hill, watching the sunset beyond the racecourse, all seems right with the world. It might all come together yet...
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