Friday night and after work I decide to head to the pub in a last chance of doing nothing to finish off the holiday post card story.
I got a pint in and started writing.
There was only so many post cards left yet so much to tell. I cut it as short as i could. We went up Ben Nevis. I was so into the writing mood that it was a shame that I had only those ones left, i could have gone on some more. and so the record of the great adventure ended and I headed home not so drunk but very happy.