Lesley in the garage

Played Alastair at Lauriston, my last croquet game of the year. Whether it was the hangover, or the unusual lawn, or the fact that playing the fourth ball on, he went all the way to penult with just one bisque, I was always going to be thrashed.

Came home via Meadows and ended up helping out on the Open Doors day for an hour or so.

Rest of the day was spent packing and booking hotels.