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The Ebor…

This time next week I’ll be in Kos, chilled and necking bottles of Mythos. This time this week I’m in York, chilled and necking Austrian lager in The Ebor, as children run free in the playground-cum-garden and the football team’s barbecue gets out of hand, ensuring that everyone will return to their 250+k houses stinking of smoke. Today’s lesson was that Rowntree Park is lovely, even on a second visit, but the b-ball courts are always occupied by fully-formed adults keen to impress very small children. Summer has arrived! This is perfectly illustrated by M’s bright red clown-like sunburnt nose. My, how I laughed as M explained that this is an unusual phenomenon for one so dark skinned.

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