The weather forecast proved correct and we all started the evening as drowned rats. Frank only managed a third of the distance from Farnborough and turned back soaked through.
Cally treated us to a welcoming beer which set the night off. So the usual suspects and of course we put the world to rights and caught up on some total B****ks. As could be expected we did not move from the pub and went home in the dry.
No survey as PV’s pen was wet.