As tour boots up again and the energy which has lain dormant over the Christmas period begins to flow again in full force, it may be worth letting you know what I've been up to during this literary absence. In a word: travelling. No rest for the wicked, eh? My last postcard talked of trains, ferries, and a complex travel itinerary. I cannot put into words how ridiculously long 16 hours is when you're on a coach. Even with the brief break for the ferry crossing, the journeys were arduous. Combined with 8 hours of trains the next day between Germany and Poland, I was completely travelled out by the time I finally got back to London just in time for the new year.
Back on familiar turf, I stepped back onto the bar and spent the entirety of New Year's Eve cleaning glasses (there were too many people serving on the bar for me to have been anything but an obstacle) and enjoying a couple of celebratory drinks. Then I spent a couple of days working lunches and trying my hand at table service, previously a mere pipe dream in the White Hart. Turns out I'm quite good at it, pocketing £40 worth of tips in two days. Finally with the holidays drawing to a close I hopped on a train to Derby to finish the final leg of the grand tour.
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