One Night In Beastly

My erstwhile nitrification colleague, APM, is getting married. Hurrah. And while we're all too old for the dubiously sexist activities typically associated with stag nights, making something of a day of it was very much still an option. Unfortunately, my left wrist has been playing up again recently (a gardening injury; no, really), so I was forced to miss the day's main activities: quad bikes and dune buggies. However, I was able to join the party for an evening's dining and drinking in the much maligned (by me, mostly) town of Eastleigh. A surprisingly restrained and (unsurprisingly) enjoyable evening resulted, for which I took far too many photographs.