First evening

Cathy had said that if John was not too tired there was an art gellery event in Devonport. Two artists were being featured and they were also going to play music. If he wanted to go along he could meet her at the ferry. If he was too tired, not to worry. Just don't be at the ferry.

After he had had a little, unplanned snooze for a few minutes, he was up and decided to go. It wasn't even raining much. So, they went and it was very cool. The art was interesting and much like Alex Colville's (John's favourite artist). But it turned out that the artists had also played for years in bluesy rock bands back in the 60's. They regaled the crowd with many stories and it was amazing how down to earth te guys were. Two other guitarists arrived and they set up (the drummer had something else to do apparenty!) and they played. It was good.

John was pretty hungry by the end of it and asked where there was a good pub. Cathy suggested a place nearby and John had a Speight's (Pride of the South since goodness knows when... Good on Yer, Mate!) and Cathy had a glass of wine. She said they made the best french fries and to order 'fat chips'. They were awesome. Thick and flavourful with a garlic mayo sauce for dipping.

Then it was back to Cathy's and a long deep sleep.

TRB