I should have stayed at home for a day shooting (but I hadn't arranged for any beaters... and there some controversy over whether it is still the season) - or even mounted the the throbbing beast and taken the motorbicycle for a blast along the country lanes. But no. As a capatin of industry duty came first and I made my way back up to Worcester to ensure that my interests in the area were being taken care of properly.

Tedious - but a position such as mine requires dedication and a sense of duty.

I noticed that a number of the staff were planning to meet up at a Tapas restaurant. On checking I realised this was not run by Castillians and was therefore unlikely to be up to standard. I did not partake.