A hardy group, not including me, walked the rail trail today (17km). I gave them the horn as I drove past on our way to meet them at the BrewHouse. It is another one of those boutique beer brewers but housed in an old pub. Before that we wandered the town. I had been chasing a stamp collection for six months and the shop man said he sold it to someone else! I wasn't going to pay $60 for it anyway. After a long lunch it was still warmish so we spent two hours over at the beach. How life stylish.
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| A bruhaha at the brewhouse |
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| Kicking back |
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