Here's Mrs The Millbrooker and Auntie P on The Balcony at Cawsand.And here they are again having a decent slurp of ice cream on The Bound. You'll have guessed that this wasn't a low calorie day.We watched The Red Pig perform its beaching manoeuvres on its last trip of the day. The Pig is an enterprise run by our good friends Maggie and Norman (last heard of on these pages here). One day they hope to actually make some money from it. One day The Red Pig might fly.A quick stop off on the return journey at the compulsory-for-new-visitors Millbrook viewpoint from where Mrs The Millbrooker did the compulsory-for-new-visitors pointing out of our house.Monday night is jazz night at the D&C, and we dragged Auntie P to Russell and Mark's well known den of gin-soaked iniquity - but I'll do a separate post about that, because lots and lots went on.
Tuesday was heading homeward day; Mrs The Millbrooker and I were going up to Bath to see Milly and Trickers, so Auntie P joined us aboard the Iron Horse to do a surprise visit as well. Potted family history time: Milly and Auntie P were at school together about three and a half centuries ago and have been chums ever since. But they haven't seen each other for quite a while (you know how life gets in the way sometimes), so springing a surprise visit was good fun. Milly was delighted to see her old mucker......and they chin-wagged together non-stop for hours:Eventually 'twas time for Auntie P to head back to her abode in the wilder parts of Bristol and for the remaining foursome to indulge in a slap-up at The Crown, Bathford (more of which anon).
After an umpteen year hiatus, Mrs The Millbrooker was chuffed to bits to see her fairy godmother again; must say I had a whale of a time, too. Auntie P has been given an open invitation to stay at Millbrooker Towers so you might just get an introduction sometime soon - you lucky people.