MONDAY (can we say that this was like the day after New Year's Eve in the metaphor I started a few posts back) . . . . We took the fery back over to Salcombe and had a few drinks at the Yacht Club where Griff got hit by a flying umbrella, then met up with more of the gang for lunch . . . I'm runnning out of steam on the captions but in the next group of photos we have Griff (and Fish's handiwork on his head); Rene and Tilda (EJ's mum and neice); Mum and Matt; Rae (EJ's dad), Griff and Bowsie; and Jude and Bowsie.