Day 184, 13 December 2014, St Lo, France. We officially slept like logs last night. Very sleepy logs. We visited the weekly market this morning - huge variety of just about everything - stunning seafood, cheeses and meat (and flowers, clothes, shoes etc). Tonight is a mini-retirement party for James - just opened a very special bottle of wine we bought 20 years ago (Penfold's Grange Hermitage) and a leg of NZ lamb is roasting as we speak. Rather weirdly it's actually significantly less expensive to eat fabulous New Zealand lamb here in France than it is to eat it in Australia or New Zealand. French lamb on the hand is very expensive. Go figure. James is unfortunately coming down with man-flu - just hoping he's OK for the train to Paris and our flight to Dublin on Monday. While James had an afternoon rest, Lee and I went to his gun club's 200 yard / 220 metre indoor range to test out a new .222 hunting rifle and scope. Turns out it's a damn good gun and scope - I got a bullseye and several near-misses in the centre of the target at 200 yards. Literally could drop a fox in its tracks and the critter wouldn't know what hit him. Update on the run... The retirement party went off with a pop and we enjoyed some bubbly from Monmousseau and then moved on to roast lamb, potatoes, pumpkin, peas, cauliflower au gratin and gravy. Cheese and a lush dessert to follow. The wine was, not surprisingly, phenomenal. A privilege to drink and can now understand the hype. Tomorrow? Sigh... need to wrangle the contents of our bags back into the bags. By the time we leave Ireland on 12 February and head to Spain we should be down to 2 full bags with #3 in reserve and ready for winter boots and coats in due course. That's the plan.