Sunday we were a bit worse for wear, but it was bacon rolls again before we headed off to the Williamson tunnels of Liverpool. It just seemed a good thing to do when you have a hangover, and to get out of the bright sunshine light. We arrived by taxi (which was only three quid) and stepped out into what looked like an old farm.. The guy took our money and then put on a hat to be our tour guide.. He spent more time talking and oddly only took us about 50 foot to show us some brickwork and artefacts, it was rubbish! but gave us a laugh!
We got out in time to meet Paul and Sam in Tom Hall's sports bar to see the tennis and the Grand Prix. It was hair of the dog time, and it all did us the power of good..