The End

I write this last post with a very heavy head having been thoroughly Cavved last night. Our Goodbye and Don’t Come Back Night started with margaritas in Charlie Brown’s Mexican restaurant, followed by a bottle of Bacardi at the Saxophone Club followed by vodka shots at the Titanium Bar followed by a bottle of whisky at Mojo’s and, finally, because we really needed it, a can of Chang back home for supper. Somewhere along the line I think we also ate, but that wasn’t the point of the evening. All fascinating places. Saxophone had a live band consisting of three or four saxophonists, two trumpets, a trombone, bass guitar, keyboard, snare drums and a singer; all playing from music sheets. Titanium had an upstairs bar made out of blocks of ice: the bar was essentially a freezer room set at -4 degrees C with fans on full blast and barman decked out in three layers of clothing and a woolly hat. Mojo’s had a live rock band who had an excellent female vocalist and half naked dancers on the bar (I think I’d been there before). As I say, its 12 in the morning, I've just got out of bed, and my head hurts.

We are just packing our bags (read: Linda is packing our bags!) and preparing for a 20 hour journey back to dear old Totton. Our big, big thanks to all who joined in the spirit of this blog: to all the commenteers, the two Followers (the capital F backs me feel goddamned Messiahnistic!), and of course the Faithful Three who made sure I wasn’t writing into a vacuum. And, of course, Mike and Carolyn who trailblazed this entire Region and made things easy for us. I hope I’ve done all these wonderful places some justice.

Maybe we'll see you in the Robin Hood for Happy Hour oops, I mean Salmon Leap, sometime (although, if I understood it right, the Woodlands Caravanserai is about to embark for darkest Devon sometime soon?).

Au Revoir

Dave & Linda