New Year's Eve dawns, grey and dark.
The day involved a brief trip to Worthing to shuffle round the shops with the Zombies in and an effort to purchase some new footwear for the Silver Vixen and the Gorse Fox. Trip was quite successful, both finding what was wanted at first shop.
Cousteau-cub was still coordinating messages between Thailand and the rest of the world, but I think she arrived at the point of burn-out mid-afternoon. She decided she was to go home to Brighton for the New Year celebrations... and so during the early evening we transported her, her clothes, he Christmas gifts, and of course several tones of Red Cross parcels from the Silver Vixen, back to Brighton.
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