While the dwarf walls were being built, I decided to pop off for a weekend away.
I'd briefed my Best Man (my chum JB) with very specific parameters - no strip clubs, no big groups of blokes, no awful drunkenness, no being-tied-naked-to-lampposts; in fact, nothing associated with a normal Stag Do.
We settled on a simple formula - five chaps, in three pokey sports cars, some great roads, a bit of industrial heritage and a nice evening in a good pub. Simple!
We headed off to Devon early on Saturday morning and spend the day blatting around the place. There were originally four of us - Self, JB (best man), and my friends Neil and Tom. Jimmer was a last minute addition - I'd met him a few times but he got wind of our trip and had just bought a fast car, so he tagged along.
Above; Author, Neil, Tom, JB and Jimmer
The cars - my 2 litre Mazda MX5, Jimmer's Mercedes C63 AMG and JB's Porsche Cayman. About 800 BHP in total!
A good bit of blatting was involved surrounded by glorious scenery and great company.
Some industrial heritage - this was a proving mortar at an old gunpowder factory. A measured amount of powder would fire a calibrated ball, and thus the strength of the powder could be adjusted to the required potency.
And a wonderful pub for great beer, lovely grub and a comfy bed. Result!