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GB and I made it to our fourth anniversary. Not wedding. Kissing!
I know that it is kind of lame to mark the first kiss each year. But it really is just an excuse for me to plan a weekend / night away.

This year saw Yea get a look in on our map of Victorian towns we have slept (shagged) in. Not really sure what perverse motivation prompts me to keep records of that sort of thing. I just like doing it.

We stayed at The Peppercorn Hotel

Yea is a exactly what you would expect. Quaint. Most of the town was gathered at the Lawn Bowls, so I am assuming that the median age of the population is over 40.... GB and I plonked ourselves down at the Spotted Cow Bistro / Pub in the centre of the 'centre of town' and drank to our hearts were content. Which equates to about 4 beers. Soft. Then it was back to the "pepper" for wine and food (YUM!!)

Note: Creme Brulee - rates as the best so far.

The night ended with Terminator 2 on the tv and GB snoring and I started Sunday morning by consuming a whole block of cadbury's while waiting for GB to finally give up the incredibly comfy bed. He sleeps like a boy that has nothing on his mind. Quite bizzare! Then the awkward goodbye of saying thanks to people we were paying. I have never mastered the technique for being grateful for a service and not gushing like an idiot as I hand over hundreds of dollars.

We took the long way home to check out the Cheviot Railway Tunnel

Oh yes! GB and I are adventurists from way back. Actually the tunnel was pretty cool - and I
got to rescue this guy from being mashed into the asphalt. Cutie!