10 ports, and a port cocktail. This had the potential to ruin me for several days, but by carefully holding back until a late charge into vintages older than me, I managed to wake up the next morning remembering how I made it home.
Right, that’s it. I’m starting my eighth year at Downing now and even the MCR freshers are starting to look like schoolkids. To celebrate this we had a wine-drinking, ham-eating, grumpy-old-men dinner at Erika’s house, accompanied by some really good chicken and chorizo casserole. Photos are all with the 50mm f/1.8 lens, no time to edit but they look pretty good straight out of the camera.