The next morning we were delighted to be woken early by shafts of razor sharp sunlight piercing the paper-thin bedroom curtains and blazing radiantly into the room. I really don’t object to being woken like this.
We had another full day planned but for some the pace was beginning to tell. Mark had decided in advance to skip the morning session to recover from his late night out and May choose to stay in the city for some solo retail therapy. This was absence through choice; Nick on the other hand had planned to be there but he had rejected my sensible advice and had given himself a monster hangover and was quite unable to leave his hotel room because of his ferocious headache and constant vomiting.