Day 265 – 24th January, Sunday, Stockton.

Don’t even ask me to remember what happened today – my brain was scrambled and I think my stomach took pretty much all day to accept food. By the time late afternoon came, we had ventured down the road to The ‘Gladdy’s’ pub for a hair-of-the-dog. The boys headed over to Jack’s to listen to him and his band jamming and the girls went back to the house to wallow in the pool for a while.