Stamina has been sorely tested these past four days on the batter. Last night's dinner was welcome in that it was a relatively tame affair. Chef appeared to have lost his mojo, producing a series of 1970s-style dishes rather poorly; and then in the spirit of adventure I ordered a dud bottle of wine. Thankfully grappa proves the ultimate mouthwash. Given Dartmouth's limited size I have begun to recognise people about town, including familiar faces from Totnes and Exeter. On the downside it is a ninety-minute drive to buy decent bread.