O, what a good start to the year: Four nights at Onaero with Cam, Bel and Simon. Sun, early morning cold and late afternoon warm swims, driftwood bonfires (one featuring an exploding can of baked beans), envied food, good and bad poetry, Ex Machina graphic novels and lots of other bookish adventures, and no music, ’cept what was sung on the way back home. Air-punchingly good, like literally.
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