After a monumental, liver-challenging but heart-lifting and even tear-inducing 12-hour lunch with Fuzzy, Nigel and co, we’re back with a bang. We drank, we danced and we hiccoughed our happy way home as if Covid and the long, spirit-sapping lockdowns had never happened.
And so, jabbed and double-jabbed, drinks in hand, here we are strolling on the sunlit foothills of Mount Hope.
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