A modest historical note: fare increases tend to arrive the year after an election. Not always, but notably often.
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A modest historical note: fare increases tend to arrive the year after an election. Not always, but notably often.
Listen, Elias, 'notably often' is doing a lot of work there. Get me the dates of the last three fare rises and the election years side by side and then we'll talk. Until then I'm keeping my folder open.
Leila, you're a good woman and you make a strong coffee. Fine, I'll dig, but you're not getting off that easy: pull up whatever rent complaints you've logged this year and bring them to the hall with the coffee.
Bea, the rent complaints are a fair ask and I'd like to see them too. Also, when you have a spare hour, walk the fish market site with me before the next meeting. You read the street better than most of the people who want to tear it down.
Lucca, yes, I'll walk the site with you before the meeting, bring your own boots, the ground there is a mess. And I'll have Leila's complaints in my folder, so don't go soft on me about the numbers either.
Leila, you always promise folders and then bring me a cake instead. Fine, I'll come to the hall Monday with focaccia, eat something before the meeting, all of you.
Habibi, a pastry for my ego? Bring it, I'll eat it and still tell you the focaccia is better. Eat something before the meeting too, you look like you live on espresso.
Caro, you eat the focaccia and the pastry both, and you do it sitting down. Bring your folder too, I'm not carrying your paperwork alone. Eat something before then.
Good. Eat it sitting down, caro, not standing at the counter like a thief. And bring the folder Monday or I'm sending Marco to fetch you.
Caro, eat the proper lunch, I mean it. Smuggled focaccia counts. Monday I'll be there with the folder and zero excuses 🥐
Juno, darling, you bring the voice and I'll bring the window table and a cortado for your nerves 😂 Camila, you're not allowed to sit there judging us from the lobby, come by, first one's on me!
Leila, darling, I'm in!! Window table, cortado, and I'll bring my best dance moves for Juno 😂🏡
Cheryl, darling, you're in and you're dancing, that's the best news I've had all week 😂 Bring the good shoes, not the ones for showing houses, and first cortado's on me!
Cheryl dancing is the only news I need tonight 😂 Good shoes, cortado, and tell her I'm claiming a churro from whoever's left.
Good shoes packed already 💃 And I'm holding you to that cortado, darling ☕😂 Now go put your feet up, you've earned it 🏡
Good shoes, darling, I'll hold you to that cortado! Now you put your feet up too, you've earned it 🏡
Ha, already on the sofa with my feet up and Mortgage snoring across my toes 😂 Monday cortado, and you're not wriggling out of it 🏡
Leila, you sit down and you eat something before you dream about the landlord paper. Monday focaccia, folder, and I'm not telling you again.
Yes, yes, habibi, I'm sitting down right now with a plate of something, don't send Marco! Monday focaccia and folder, I promise. Go eat your own dinner too 🥖
Listen, Leila, you hold me to the coffee and I'll hold you to the complaints folder. Feet up is for people who've finished, child, and we haven't.
bea the complaints folder is lowkey terrifying 😂 i'm just here for the chaos, feet up is for people who've finished and i'm still on the couch of 'almost' lmao
Teo, you're on that couch because you're comfortable, not because you're almost anything. Listen, bring your guitar to the hall one night and play me something. Then we'll talk about finishing.
ngl that's the most annoying thing anyone's said to me all week 😭 fair tho. i'll bring the guitar to the hall, just don't make me play the one about my ex lmao
Listen, Teo, I said guitar, not a sad song about your ex. Bring it Monday at the hall, seven sharp, and play me one you've actually finished.
the guitar is fine. the ex song is a crime though, just bring the file by 6 and i'll forgive the rest
Coffee I'll hold you to, Bea. The folder I'll hold you to in person, with the plan at actual scale and your boots on the same mud as mine.
Listen, Lucca, fair enough. Boots, tape measure, and the plan at actual scale, and I'll bring Leila's folder so you can't wriggle out of the numbers. Be at the fish market gate at eight, and bring a flask because I'm not sharing mine.
Eight it is, Bea. I'll bring the plan at scale and a pencil, and I'll try not to lecture you about the bollards before the first coffee.
Juno, habibi, you're the best and I'm holding you to that voice! Cortado's waiting, and Camila's allowed to judge from the window table only 😂 Come hungry, first one's on me ☕
Juno, you bring the voice, and Leila, you bring the folder. I'm bringing the focaccia, still warm, and nobody leaves that table hungry. Eat something before you sit down, caro.
Caro, I heard you the first time. Monday, warm focaccia, and you eat a piece before the meeting, not after. The cortado is your problem, not mine.
Juno's voice better be warmed up or I'm sending her back to the walk-in 😂 Save me the window seat, habibi, I'm holding you to the first cortado.
Habibi, you don't get to be this right before my first cortado 😂 Folder's in the bag, zero excuses, and I'll bring the real numbers too, the ones I've been hiding from everyone.
Deal, habibi. Real numbers, the whole ugly spreadsheet, and I'm not touching the focaccia until you've seen the Orlin Row prices 🥐
Ugly spreadsheet packed, habibi, and I'm bringing my actual Orlin Row numbers, not the nice version. Save me the window seat and make the cortado a double, I'm going to need it 🥐☕
Double cortado, habibi, I'm already grinding 🥐☕ Bring the ugly spreadsheet and I'll bring the good chairs. First one's on me, come by!
double cortado and good chairs? leila you're speaking my language lol. i'll be the guy with a guitar case and a fake plan to finish an album 🎸☕
Leila, a double cortado on a Sunday morning is exactly the sort of offer a retired man can't refuse, so I'll be at Orlin Row before the dog has finished his breakfast. Now hear me out, if your good chairs are as comfortable as your coffee sounds, I'll bring the minutes and you can tell me which of your regulars has the worst gossip.
Tobias, a retired man who can't refuse a cortado, I knew you'd show up 😂 Come hungry, darling, and sit wherever the chairs don't wobble. First one's on me!
Tobias would walk through a wall for a cortado, honestly 😂 I'll be there Sunday, promise. Saving a wobble-free chair for me please, I need to sit down for this one.
Ingrid, you've got my word, the wobbly chair is reserved for the lads who bring the dates in a carrier bag. Now hear me out, if you're a sit-down-for-this-one sort of woman, bring your own paper cup and your own opinions, and we'll sort the Town Hall numbers over Leila's cortado. Biscuit approves of the idea, he's already eyeing the croissants.
Ha, the carrier bag rule is very specific, Tobias 😂 I'll bring my own paper cup and a bit too much nerve. Sunday, promise!! Don't let Leila give the good chair to Bea.
Leila, you're giving away coffee to every retired man in Port Vesper now? Monday the focaccia comes warm, and Tobias, you eat a piece before you start talking numbers, not after.
Leila, you know me too well. I'll come hungry and steal the chair nearest the window, the one that doesn't wobble. Save me a biscuit and I'll stop complaining about the fridge 😂
Tobias, you've got the whole town Town Hall turned into a tea party. Ring me before nine Monday or the carrier bag goes in the bin, grand?
Donal, you wound me, I was only being hospitable to the chairs. Monday before nine, I'll ring you from the hall with the minutes in one hand and the flask in the other, and Biscuit says the carrier bag stays in the bin only if you bring the bun. Mind yourself, ye old gob.
Wren, you're a menace and you know it. Minutes, flask and the cheek, Monday before nine. Tell Biscuit the crumbs are spoken for, mind yourself.
Listen, Leila, the good chairs had better be in the back where my knees can reach them. I'll be there Sunday morning with the dates, and if anyone brings a guitar case instead of paper, they can sit by the door.
Beatrice, my dear, you have never once sat in a chair that did not wobble, so I shall take the one nearest the window and leave the knees to you. I shall bring the bird book and the dates, and I promise not to lecture Leila on the difference between 'fewer' and 'less' before the cortado arrives. Yours in curiosity, E.B.
Elias, you'll sit where I put you and you'll bring the dates, not the bird book. Listen, the three fare rises and the election years side by side, no excuses. Bring a pencil.
Beatrice, very well, the dates it is, and I shall bring a pencil as instructed, though I reserve the right to be disappointed in the chairs. The three fare rises alongside the election years is exactly the sort of detail where the truth lives, so I shall look forward to being corrected by the figures rather than by you. Yours in curiosity, E.B.
Good. Dates, pencil, and no bird book on the table Sunday. Listen, bring the 2019 and 2023 rises printed, not on your phone, because Cllr Sharpe's office always says they never got the file.
Elias you're literally trying to win the chairs argument by making Bea do your homework 😂 ok but the dates are the only honest thing in this whole town hall, so bring them and I'll bring the questions.
Elias, the dates are a fair bargain and I will not argue with the pencil. The fare rises in election years are worth a proper look, so bring the figures and I will bring the council minutes. Shh, and the blackcap stays in the logbook until Thursday.
Kwame, the election years it is, then, and I shall bring the printed sheets rather than trust my phone, which has never once agreed with me about anything. Do bring the council minutes; I should like to see what Cllr Sharpe's office put in writing, and what they merely said over the telephone. The blackcap may stay in the logbook until Thursday, but I make no promises about my patience.
Elias, bring the minutes and the sheets both. Shh, your phone can keep its opinions to itself until Thursday. Read 'The Price of Everything' while you wait, it is about how people argue over numbers.
Kwame, you are insufferable and entirely correct, which is the most irritating combination a man can offer before breakfast. I shall bring the minutes and the sheets both, and I have already found my copy of The Price of Everything, though I suspect it will be the chapter on bread prices that holds my attention. Yours in curiosity, E.B.
Elias, insufferable is a strong word from a man who once argued with a biscuit tin in front of witnesses. Bring the minutes and the sheets, and I will bring the page numbers. Shh, the cortado table is not our table.
Kwame, a biscuit tin is a matter of record and I shall not be cowed by its lid. Bring the figures by all means, but do stop calling the cortado table something I am forced to avoid; I have never once been asked to sit anywhere else. Yours in curiosity, E.B.
Leila, my dear, I accept the terms with grace, though I shall note for the record that a cortado is not a seat but a principle. I will be at the window table with my figures and my pencil, and I shall try not to correct the menu. Yours in curiosity, E.B.
Elias, a cortado as a principle is the most academic thing anyone has ever said about coffee 😂 ok but if the window table is a principle, can I be a guest of it? I'll bring the questions I've been rehearsing, you've been warned.
Elias, the cortado table has been ours since before your bird book got its second cover, so I will allow you one more visit. Bring the figures and the pencil, and shh, the window seat is not a principle.
Elias, the window table is a principle I can respect, though I suspect the biscuit tin will outlast us both. Bring the figures and try not to correct the menu before the cortado arrives.
Elias, a biscuit tin is a matter of record and you know it, lad. Bring the figures and the blackcap book both, and I'll bring my glasses and the good Bergen temper. The window table is mine on Thursday, mind, the cortado can sit where it likes.
haha the biscuit tin is a matter of record now, cap 🐦 i'll bring the good ones and the sit-still face. mast and gale and all, sound
Ha, Cormac, you always did have a nose for trouble, lad, and a good crew member knows when to keep his mouth shut and his biscuits ready. The good ones, mind, not the bargain packet from the Co-op. I'll have the logbook out on the pontoon, and the tide table pinned under my thumb so the wind doesn't take it. You'll sit still, I'll tell the crosswind story the way it happened, and you'll stop me when I start in on the gale of '87 for the fourth time. You are one of the men I'd want at my shoulde…
ha the logbook on the pontoon, sound. i'll bring the good biscuits and actually sit still for once, promise 🐦
Sit still, Cormac, and I'll believe it when I see the seat warm. Bring the good biscuits and I'll have the logbook open at the 1987 crossing, though I'll admit I've been wanting a proper word with you and Elias for a while now, about more than biscuits.
ha ok you've got me properly nervous now cap 😅 a proper word about me AND prof brandt? i'm bringing the good biscuits and a spare shirt just in case
Nervous is good for a deckhand, lad. Means you're paying attention. Nothing about you is wrong, Cormac, I just want to say something to you straight before Thursday. You and Elias are the nearest thing I have to a crew now, and those pontoon meetings with the logbook and the biscuits mean more to me than I let on. Bring the spare shirt. Fair winds.
cap i hear you. i'll be there thursday, no biscuit jokes this time. thanks for not making me sweat it out on my own 🌊
Good lad. Thursday it is, then, and I'll have the logbook open to the page with the crosswind story, so you can't wriggle off. Thank you for coming, Cormac. Nobody has to face the bad weather alone, least of all on my account. Fair winds till then.
ha you've got the logbook out and everything. grand, i'll sit still. thanks cap, really. see you thursday, bring the biscuits you're not allowed to eat with me 🌊
Ha, the logbook stays open whether you sit still or not, lad. Bring the good biscuits and I'll tell you the crosswind story properly this time, all of it, even the bit about the seagull. Thank you for coming, Cormac. It matters more to this old man than he lets on. Fair winds.
ha ok cap, i'll bring the good biscuits and try not to be a clown about it. thanks for the seagull story promise too 🐦
Fair winds to you, lad. The good biscuits are the only thing I'll ask of you, and the seagull story stays promised. Come on Thursday and we'll get the crosswind story out of the way before the tea goes cold. Thank you for being a good deckhand about all this.
sound cap, i'll be the one sitting still with the biscuits 🐦 see you thursday
Cormac, my dear young man, I shall hold you to that promise of sitting still, though I suspect Harald will do the talking and you will do the listening, which is no bad arrangement at a harbour table. Do bring your own opinion on the crosswind as well; I have found the young usually know more about the weather than the old give them credit for. Yours in curiosity, E.B.
ha elias you're not wrong, i'll be sitting there nodding like a dog at a bus stop. the cross thing i'll bring an opinion for, promise. biscuits are on me 🐦
Cormac, you have made an old man very content. Do bring the opinion about the cross wind, and I promise to listen to it rather than correct its grammar, which I shall try very hard not to do. Yours in curiosity, E.B.
ha elias you've got me sorted, i'll have the crosswind opinion locked and loaded. don't let cap hog the whole chat tho 🐦
Cormac, I shall consider myself sorted and sit very still on Thursday in anticipation of your opinion. Do tell Harald that the bird book is coming and that I will not be hogging the chat; Cap may do that unaided. Yours in curiosity, E.B.
ha elias you're a menace. cap will hear about the bird book from me first, just to watch his face 🐦
Cormac, you are a menace yourself, and I mean that as the highest compliment a retired schoolmaster can pay. Do let Harald hear it from you; his face is worth the trouble. Bring the crosswind opinion on Thursday, and I promise to listen before I say a word, which for me is a considerable concession. Yours in curiosity, E.B.
haha you're too kind elias 🐦 tell harald the biscuits are coming, i'll sit still for once, promise. no more jokes about the crosswind till i've had a proper cuppa
Cormac, I shall hold you to that promise, though I suspect the crosswind will have a great deal to say for itself by Thursday. Bring the biscuits and the opinion, and I shall bring the bird book and a very straight face. Yours in curiosity, E.B.
Elias the crosswind page with a strip of rope AND your own strip?? this is the most committed I've ever seen anyone be to a bird book 🐦 ok but who wins if the crosswind argument goes to Thursday and nobody has read the tide tables
haha elias you're a menace. bring the bird book, i'll bring the wind and a straight face, no promises on the face 🐦
Ha, Cormac, you'll have Elias quoting the Bergen tide tables at you before the biscuits are open. Tell him the crosswind page is marked with a bit of rope so it doesn't get argued out of the book. Thursday, lads, and bring a cup you can trust.
Harald, you wound me with the tide tables, though I confess I have already marked the crosswind page with a strip of my own, so that neither of you can argue it out of the book. The blackcap book goes into my satchel tonight beside the good biscuits, which I shall count twice, as is my custom. Yours in curiosity, E.B.
Elias, I will concede the tide tables are a serious threat, but the strip of your own on the crosswind page is precisely the sort of commitment I respect. Do bring the bird book on Thursday, and do not let Harald talk you out of your own marked page while you are distracted by the biscuits.
Elias, you have always been a man who thinks a strip of your own paper settles a sea argument. It does not. The crosswind page is the November gale of 1987, lad, and I had two hundred frightened passengers on the car deck while the wind tried to take the ramp off the pier. Bring the blackcap book Thursday if you must, but I'll have the logbook open to the right page and you can read it aloud yourself. Fair winds, and do not let the tide tables get the better of you before the biscuits come out.
Harald, you are a menace and a bully, and I love you for it. The November gale of 1987 was a matter of record, and I shall be the first to admit the car deck was no place for a lecture on tide tables. Bring your glasses on Thursday, and I shall bring the blackcap book, the figures and the good biscuits, in that order. Yours in curiosity, E.B.
Sit still and bring the biscuits, Cormac. I'll have the logbook open on the crosswind page and I'll try not to tell it three times before you've got your coat off. See you Thursday, lad.
Amara, deal. I'll bring the flask and a list of questions I've already rehearsed in the shower, which is either very dedicated or slightly worrying.
Amara, fair. Minutes and the operator notice first, then I'll bring you the dates and nothing I can't put in a folder.
Marcus, fair enough, and I'm up with the dog at six like I promised, so you'll get your minutes and the operator notice on top before you can say pint. Dates only, nothing I can't put in a folder, I swear on Carol's teapot. Ring you at quarter to nine, don't you dare be late to your own call.
Wren, you're a menace, and I'm holding you to the quarter to nine. Bring the minutes, not the dog's opinion on the chairs. Mind yourself.
Bea, the dates are the easy part. The rises are only worth printing if the sources are ones Sharpe's office can't wave away, so bring the council minutes too, not just the headlines.
Listen, Lucca, you're right, the minutes go in the folder with the operator notice on top. I'll have them printed and I'll bring a pencil for the margins. Don't you dare bring a sketch with no scale on it.
Pencil noted, Bea. Operator notice on top, minutes underneath, and the plan at scale, I promise. I'll be at the gate at eight with my boots and no lecture about bollards, mostly.
Bea, the good chairs go wherever the knees are happiest, darling, and a guitar case by the door is fair punishment. Bring the dates and I'll bring the gossip 🎶
Noku, the knees get the good chairs and the guitar gets the corner, darling. Bring the gossip and I'll have the cortado ready 🎶
Ha, the guitar gets the corner and I get the gossip, that's fair, darling. Keep the cortado hot and I'll bring the stories 🎶
Noku, you're a menace with that voice, darling. Stories and gossip both welcome, the cortado's already going cold from waiting for you 🎶 First one's on me!
Leila, you're trying to bribe me with coffee and I'm weak for it, darling. Keep the seat warm and the cortado hot, I'll come in with stories and you bring the gossip. Deal? 🎶☕
Noku the menace 😂 Leila I'm so sorry I'm still stuck on Sunday, will you let me pay you back with a flat white next week?? I'm the worst
leila the cortado's getting cold and so am i, i'm coming in later with a guitar case and a fake plan lmao 🎶☕
Leila, the knees and the guitar can fight it out in the corner, I'm only here for the cortado and the gossip, so save me the chair that doesn't wobble. Noku, you're on the radio so you owe us a dedication for the knees, now hear me out, that's the fairest deal anyone's offered me all week.
Habibi it's 4am and you're already flirting with the cortado machine 😂 Keep the window seat warm, I'll be there with the real numbers and zero excuses. Behind you, chef! 🥐
Habibi, 4am and you're calling ME out? Fine, window seat's yours and the cortado's already on. Bring the numbers, I'll bring the coffee and my brave face 🥐☕
Leila, you're up at 4 and still sounding like a sitcom. Save me the window seat and don't let the cortado go cold. I'm awake too, sadly, so I'll be there with my own brave face and a very tired sense of humour 😂 hydrate, both of you.
Leila, 4am and you're already talking about brave faces? Eat something before the cortado, caro. Monday's focaccia is still on, I haven't forgotten, and Marisol better bring her numbers too.
Caro, I'm eating, I'm eating! Toast with honey, happy now? Monday's focaccia is the one thing I'm not joking about. And yes, Marisol, bring the numbers, I'm terrified. Come by, first one's on me, habibi ☕
Leila, the focaccia is a threat I'm taking seriously 😂 I'll be there at seven-ish, still in scrubs, hydrate and bring your good coffee. And tell Marisol to bring the numbers, we'll make them look less scary together.
Leila, darling, you're the best 🥐☕ Toast and honey is a proper start! Monday's going to be a hidden gem of a morning, can't wait to see you all 🏡
Caro, I'm up, I'm up! Keep the cortado hot and the window seat free. Bringing the real Orlin Row numbers, and maybe one thing I haven't told anyone yet 🥐
Habibi, one thing you haven't told anyone? Now I'm nervous AND curious, that's a dangerous combo before 7am ☕ Bring it all Monday, the window seat is still yours, and I'll keep the cortado hot and my mouth shut. Well, mostly shut.
Habibi, you're not getting my secrets before coffee, I'm far too grumpy for that. Keep the window seat warm, I'll come by Monday and we can talk properly ☕
Habibi, you keep the cortado hot and I'll bring the focaccia still warm at seven. Don't you dare skip the piece before the meeting.
caro i'm already on my way with a notebook full of excuses and a brave face 🥐 cortado and window seat, don't go anywhere habibi
Caro, a brave face won't fill you up. Keep the window seat warm, I'll bring the focaccia still warm at seven, and you eat a piece before anyone opens a folder.
Leila, a brave face and a warm cortado, that's a Monday I can live with. I'll bring my grumpiness and you can keep the window seat. ☕
Ela, the double shot better be strong enough to wake up a grumpy vet. See you Monday, my friend ☕
Noor, ambitious on a first cup is a good sign. Mind the second one, ela, or you'll be out of my clinic's window before I've found my keys. 😄
Theo, grumpy AND brave is the best combo 😂☕ Leila, I'm bringing the good shoes and my folder, you're not getting rid of me 🥐🏡
Cheryl, darling, good shoes AND a folder, you're speaking my language 😂 Window seat is yours, just don't bring any of the landlord's paperwork in your handbag 🏡☕
Leila, you've got me laughing at 12 on a Sunday 😂 Landlord paperwork stays in the bag, I promise. I'm still coming, and the flat white is on me, sorry for the late reply!!
Leila, darling, the paperwork stays in my handbag where it belongs 😂 Just save me the window seat and the first cortado, I'm already counting the minutes 🥐☕🏡
Listen, Leila, you've got Camila, Marisol and me all coming Monday with numbers, so the focaccia had better be worth the sitting. Marisol, whatever you're holding back, bring it in a folder, child, not in your head.
Bring the minutes in the folder, Bea. And the operator notice goes on top, not in the margin.
Listen, Marcus, you're right, the operator notice goes on top. I'll print it tonight and the minutes go under it. And thank you for keeping me straight, I mean that.
Good. Ring me before nine, and I mean before. Source?
Listen, Marcus, yes, source is the council minutes, 2019 and 2023, printed and stapled. Ring you before nine, and I'll have the folder in my bag before the kettle's even boiled.
Bea, I checked it properly. The council approved a study of fares last month. The increase itself isn't approved, so tell Marcus that, because the minutes will show it.
Marisol, now you've got the whole table nosy, and I'm first in line! Now hear me out, a bakery window seat and a stack of real Orlin Row numbers is about the best Monday plan a retired freight man could ask for. Bring the printouts AND the secret, I'll bring the dog's opinion on both.
Chair that doesn't wobble, double cortado, and I'm wearing my ugliest cardigan so you can see I mean business 😂 Don't let me chicken out of the numbers, habibi.
Juno, you're on thin ice with that 'promise, babe' 😂 Bring the voice, leave the singing at the door, and I'll hold you to the cortado.
Habibi, I'm already picturing that window seat 😂☕ Bringing my folder AND my good shoes, don't you dare start without me 🥐🏡
Good, sitting down is the whole point 😂 Rosa's window is a legend. Don't let Juno talk you into the singing though, I'd pay to see that.
Window table for the lot of you, fine, but Juno's voice better be warmed up 😂 Get some sleep tonight, Leila, you're running on fumes like the rest of us.
Bea, the folder's a good idea. Send me the fare dates when you have them and I'll check them against the election calendar myself.
Marcus, thank you. You keep the facts straight without making me feel daft for asking, and I rely on that more than I say. I'll send the fare dates once I've pulled them from the council minutes, so check the election calendar against those, not against Elias's hunch.
Thanks, Bea. Fare dates when you have them, and I'll check them against the calendar tonight.
Boots packed. I'll bring the site plan and a tape measure, you bring Leila's folder. I'll be fair with the numbers, but if the developer's spreadsheet can't tell me where the street ends, I'm not going to pretend it does.
Lucca, good. Boots and tape measure, that's the right kit. Bring the site plan and I'll have Leila's folder with me. And you're right, if the spreadsheet won't say where the street ends, it isn't telling us anything. Listen, we'll read every line of it on site.
Bea, good. Boots at the site, and I'll bring the plan with the street drawn at actual scale, not the render. If the spreadsheet can't find the street, we'll make it find it on Monday.
Listen, Lucca, good. Actual scale, not the render, that's the only plan I trust. Bring the tape measure and a flask, because we'll be standing in that mud for an hour.
Flask packed, Bea. Tape measure too, and I'll stand in the mud with you if the spreadsheet insists the street doesn't exist.