|On the wharf at Woolloomooloo|
Leaving Liam and Karen to re-acquaint themselves with the cats, we snorkled along the very rain-sodden wrong roads in the vague direction of Newcastle. Arriving a touch early, we settled in and had a chat session with Mark. He is always good for a catch-up over a beer, when we can manage it. I made him promise that, as Donna was unable to attend today, she should cook us dinner next time we meet up. And he said yes! I don't really expect Donna to have to live up to Mark's promise, but it amused me.