Those sad souls who actually read yesterday's moderately lengthy missive about spending a day on the morris in Looe will know that Millbrooker Towers has been playing host to old friends over the weekend.
Saturday's gaiety and morris-ness was continued (only without the morris-ness) in the evening as Russell cooked up some tasty treats for us at the D&C.
Before that, though, we had to say fond farewells to Helen who was rejoining her cricketing chums and still-in-hangover-recovery-mode other half, Andy.
Here we all are at St Germans station, Mrs The Millbrooker was on both camera and picking us up in the car duties. L-R: Sandybum, yours truly, Hangin' Andy, Helen, Anal, The High Lord of Southwick. A note to pedants amongst us, I've got Sandybum as furthest left because her foot is definitely to the left of me, resting on the steps, even though most of me is to the left of her. There, I'm glad I've got that straight.
'Twas great to see everyone over the weekend and we're looking forward to seeing Anal and Sandybum again on their way through on Sunday week at the end of their annual North Cornwall holiday.