The cubs had arranged for some wine to be waiting for us in the room, on our return. A nice touch. GF had not brought a jacket or tie, so we decided that dinner would be in the informal Marina Restaurant. Asking the concierge for directions, he bundled us into a Range Rover and headed off into the night. Ninety seconds later we were there, having travelled about 200 yards - hardly warranting a coat, let alone a trip in the Range Rover.
Dinner itself was good, though the service a little slow due to the busy Friday night crowd. After dinner we strolled back to the main house in about the same time it would have taken the Range Rover,

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