My entry to our local congress is sometimes deranged by family visits,
but an expectedly free weekend allowed another excursion in Exeter's
St.George's Hall, now renamed the Corn Exchange.
[It's about as big a hall as a corn exchange would be, but Exeter is a
wool town, not a grain one, and this unhistoric renaming of a post-war
building rather makes me wince. Not as much as the chess, though...]
I have played less this season, quite deliberately; I've been finding
evening chess very hard, and in October even lost to a club member graded