How swiftly I remember, it was on 20th of December, and each separate dying ember ;-) sprang up anew or so. I had organized a wild pig for the party, booked the place, a beautiful location at the Forest Ranger Station and sustainability centre, and told the weirdos they could come along. We organized some good food and tasty drinks (25 l of home - brewed mead anyone;-)?). Everyone brought some more food and more drinks and a lot of fun along.
Of course it was raining and hailing cats and dogs and wild pigs. So props to Nick, who kept his composure, even if it was in desperate need of a lot of alcohol that he managed to keep calm;-).
Let me introduce you to Ingo, the dead pig.
And I will thrive on the memory for years to come.