feeling guilty

We all enjoyed quite a comfortable sleep last night, even though it was freezing cold and blowing a gale outside. The tiny hotel where we stayed is perched on the edge of the Atlantic and the stream of wind feels more arctic than African.

When we emerged this morning, we noted that the hotel staff had not only covered the bikes, they had also assigned a guard to sit alongside them all night. The poor chap was huddled in a corner, wrapped to the gills, and sitting with is bottom half inside a large cardboard box. Only his eyes were visible, but they were stiff, sore and tired eyes. A small gratuity brightened him up, but I'm sure he will be feeling the effects of last night for the next day or so.