A weekend alone for me.
Which was great, uninterrupted footie
all weekend.
Marie has gone to Gibraltar to meet up
with some old shipmates for a weekend
celebration for the closure of
Charles Hole in T' Wall Bar.
Ships visiting Gib from the 70's would
visit the bar, ran by Charles, as
a course of routine.
Charles is as camp as a row of tents, but there
was something endearing about going to
his bar. Getting drunk and singing "Naval Songs"
Am going back to Gib myself soon.
Want to see how it has changed.
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