and back to the cottage to avail ourselves of the free WiFi available was the order of the day before dressing for dinner (more precisely, dressing for the anticipated temperature outside as night fell) and wandering off to Nick's Swiss Italian Restaurant for dinner, which came in the form of bruschetta and a rather superb Osso Buco.
There had been some debate about the main course (Madam had been inclined towards the barramundi until I pointed out this would complicate the wine factor) but there were no complaints when the meals arrived, particularly when it came to the bone marrow factor.
From there, with a bottle of Coriole Sangiovese under the belt, it was a case of back to the cottage for a spa, and off to bed a little after the regular eight-fifteen to eight-thirty.