Well well… Got back last night from the most amazing weekend away ever. We spent it at my friend’s (Joe) parents’ house where we ate all the food in the world (approximately) and stayed up all night. I also caught a cold, which will be gone by the end of tomorrow (which happens to be my 21st birthday, actually.

We had a tour round the Black Sheep Brewery, which was excellent, mainly because the tour guide was the best person in the world. It was very interesting to see how beer was made, and now I know what hops are; they are the flowers of some plant (probably called hop). Anyway, it was really cool. Also met this elderly lady who claimed to be over 80, but I didn’t believe her for a minute. She was at most about 60, or something. She told us all about her time as a nurse in Devon and it was fascinating. She was completely lovely, and she said that she loved young people, which is what keeps her so young, in my opinion.

After that went round a National Trust place (Brisham rocks: here and here). Anyway, we climbed up some 5 metre tall rocks, which was very interesting and slightly scary. Plus I think I broke a rib or something, cos it hurts. But never mind, it’s not so bad now.

At the end of that day, some people were silly and went home, so that four non-Joe people that were left had a very deep and meaningful conversation about sensitivities and it was very moving. All of us cried. For about half an hour. Actually, no we didn’t.

Anyway, it was extremely enjoyable, and this was completely because of all the people who went.