Well, it’s done. Nearly a year of my life, the same for Gav, and Andrew has done some sterling bit wrangling – despite getting dumped into the project after we were all specced out. Not to mention everyone at The Pier, Draft^WBlueberryWave^WGolly Slater and my poor Lucy, who had to put up with me being either tired, emotional or just plain drunk.
Too tired to do a proper write up at the minute. Maybe at the end of the week once I’ve got some distance. And we’re all sure it’s not going to fall over any time soon.