We never did go to Exmouth in the end. Initially the plan was to go to Ghandi's and get a curry, but none of us had ever been to Mad Meg's, and they serve mead, so we made a snap decision to go there instead. Shortly before entering, Andy commented upon the fact that this was going to be the first theme-restaurant he'd ever been in. Ditto here, except I hadn't really thought of it. I said something like "Good grief. I hadn't thought of that. What if there are wenches?" In we went; it was pretty empty, but the one duty-wench swiftly presented herself. Andy turned out to be a fan of the wench actually. Things proceeded to get a bit testosteroney when James and Andy tried to compete for meat consumption, both trying to order the largest set of ribs. But they didn't have enough, so they made do with the ribs "for timid eaters". Ahem. Andy had a salad with his. It seemed... somehow... wrong.

On the way back home we found ourselves at the bottom of the iron bridge. I wanted to go the iron bridge route back, and Paul was up for that, but James and Andy didn't like the idea of traversing mild inclines so we split up. I noticed them start running. Not to be outdone, Paul and I bombed it up the side of the bridge and down the steps of doooooooom to arrive back substantially before them. We were a bit knackered, which was probably why we didn't end up meeting John and Joe at "the pub". Turns out they went anyway. Whoops.

Played a bit more Zelda, and then bed.