Merry Christmas or just Friday if you're Rachael. We got up around 8.00am this morning and joined the queue for the telephone so we could both ring home. After breakfast, we made some butties, filled the flask and set off out in the car to a penninsular about two hours away. The drive was lovely and we stopped off at a town and sat by the sea watching families pull up and take their boats on onto the water for the morning.
When we arrived back at the hostel we cooked our dinner in the worlds worst oven and walked into the city with Matt and Rob as we had decided to visit the Cathedral for the Carol service, in the hope it would get us in the festive spirit. After a few carols we walked around looking for a pub that was open, eventually the only place we found was a hotel bar so we had a couple of beers, one of them being free thanks to the generous barmaid and walked back to the hostel where we sat out until the early hours.