The weather was still recovering its "business as usual" state for this time of year when we assembled in the car park of O Filo restaurant. The GM even wearing long trousers and fleece. Methane led us on a merry dance around the salt pans between Fuseta and Olhão with more checks than a London banker's cheque book. Start, stop, check, repeat. The front running bar stewards didn't know whether they were coming or going. After a a spirited circle, half our number retired to O Filo for a late dinner and copious amounts of wine / beer. Thanks Methane great job as usual. On On.