There was no walk this weekend because of rain. Instead, there were museum visits. I'm not allowed to post photos of the cellmate, so instead here's Mr and Mrs Hank Marvin. In the background is the royal palace of New South Caledonia.
A museum photo of an early car crash, possibly the origin of the term "wrapped around a lamp post".
Possibly the origin of the term cellmate.
I bottled beer number 24, which I hope will be my final brew. Life's too short to waste with buckets and bottles, when you could be savouring real Bavarian stuff. If home brew is a little like playing with oneself, Erdinger would be a night with a Berlin call girl (I imagine). PS this was written before Hotters' home brew vs Erdinger post, not in reaction to it.