I awoke to a room littered with empty bottles and cans. My first thoughts were "Where am I?" and then "Thank God the company's paying for that little lot". Yes, that's right, it was the aftermath of the Annual Christmas Company Party...or "Works Do" as they're called in these parts. The previous evening a few of us had driven up from Cardiff to the Five Star Resort called The Celtic Manor.....this place had hosted the recent NATO Summit and more famously the Ry...

"where the devil and his children still walk with earthly feet." So, Halloween was looming.....and the Gibbs Family were heading North to attend Cousin Sharon Worman's wedding to Paul Kirkwood. It was to be a Gothic Wedding on Friday the 31st of October...and where better to have it but Whitby in North East England. Whitby is one of the settings in Bram Stoker's novel "Dracula" and the town hosts a bi-annual event known as The Whitby Goth Weekend to celebrate t...

Or back to The No Future as some wags may say.... Got up early on Friday to say farewell to Tim Davies who was heading off back to Blighty to attend his son's Birthday Party. We all took it easy and later got up around lunchtime. Tim had the lunch on the go and we sipped on a cheeky bottle of Rose to blow away the cobwebs. Friday was a bit of an admin day as Tim has some house guests coming in a day or so and had arranged for the garden lawns to be tidied up. T...

The plan today was to head to Lerici and hopefully get the ferry to Cinque Terre but we all got up a bit late after last night's excess. Once again we had stayed up late. That said we were going to give it a go. Tim Davies had hired a Fiat 500 and so we squeezed into that...the Land Rover's spare wheel was wrecked and so we thought it best to use the Hairdresser car in case of punctures. Again it was a nice day and a pleasant drive to Lerici. We parked up and had...

Despite the late fun of last night, we manage to get up early enough and go through the routine of getting all the gear together, shower etc. As we're roughly on time I think it's better that we dont get on the tram to Centrale Station and opt for a Cab. The nice young lady at the counter rings for a taxi and whilst we wait, we sample San Giovanni's unique breakfast of Farley's Rusks and jammy biscuits - at least there was coffee at hand. I left a note for Angelo...