Wednesday 18 October 2006

Day two at St-Augustin de Mirabel. Last night the jolly boys (now rechristened HTF: Hommes à tout faire, after an ad for a local odd job man on our paper place mats at lunch) drank too much Laphroaig, so we made up for it this morning by having DG's patent porridge for breakfast. I was ash-tay-eff laundry boy for the day and had my morning swim while our clothes got clean in the hotel's enormous industrial washing machines. Five strokes in the not very enormous pool and you hit the other end, but it's still a good way to start the day.

Lots of good work in the sessions, which finally finished mid-evening with a trapped nerve in DG's left index finger after working on a spectacularly crazy set of reels. He thinks he'll be OK in the morning.

Suzie polishes her melodica technique