South-West bound

Just an afterthought to yesterday's posting - if we ever have another son, "Devon Folly Chesworth" is definitely a name I'll consider.

Gavin and I had a meeting this afternoon to go over plans for next week. Which makes perfect sense, because it's the busiest time of the year, and the crap weather has meant loads of outdoor activities being cancelled, loads of rushing around to set up indoor-based alternatives, and loads of complaining people who have paid a small fortune to have a lovely, fun, sunny, family holiday only to end up ankle deep in puddles, so obviously there's nothing else for me to do besides sit down with my boss to discuss problems that are occurring somewhere else.
Anyway, after that ridiculously long sentence, I will tell you that he has agreed to fly me most of the way, then arrange taxis to and from the airport. He will also give me a generous per diem for meals and tack some extra days onto my holiday entitlement for this year.
He has also assured me this isn't some crafty way to get me down there just so he can keep me there, which believe me I had suspected.

RC 7-8-23