My stellar run in the Wakehurst Tennis Club mens doubles competition has come to an end. After a glorious first round victory Dave W and I were bundled out this morning 6-1, 6-1. To describe my performance as woeful would be talking my game up. Of course as soon as we finished I was scampering around the court and hitting winners from everywhere. C’est la vie.
Yesterday was my first Saturday off for a month so we took a stroll into Manly for a quick walk around the aquarium. When we got into the town centre we realised that something was up. It was the Manly Food and Wine Festival.
In previous years this has taken on the aspect of something of a pilgrimage. It’s been the venue, and excuse for, some heroic levels of drinking. Not to mention the occasional tipple by my good self. This year, and I’ll excuse myself because I have been working quite hard, it’s imminence somewhat slipped us by. Consequently we were only there for an hour or so and celebrated with a couple of glasses of Allandale’s Verdelho and a plate of take away from Ribs ‘n Rumps before we hurried home for Mother and child snooze time.