Walked to the village and caught the bus back to Newquay.
Put my feet up to give them a rest although they still felt like they had cheap whisky running through the veins.
Walked down to the station and waited for my brother, Gerry, to arrive on the train.
Had a couple of beers in a dodgy Irish bar.
Raised a glass to our late brother on what would have been his birthday and had an early night.
Newquay
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