Sunday morning saw me meeting Mr. Flay as he decended from his caridge and repairing to the workshop wherein we discussed the merits of various pieces of timber before constructing the marvelous edifice with you can see below.



Alas this endeavour consumed much of the morning and no little part of the afternoon, which meant that our arrival at the abode of the ever delectable smokingboot was somewhat delayed.
This was further complicated by our autonavigator insisiting upon a route which we subsequently discovered was far from optimal under the prevailing traffic conditions.

In the end it mattered little, a fine time was had by all. Many old aquantances renewwed, at least one new friend made, and a few tenuous links between peopel oncemore revealed the world to be a significantly smaller place than it at first appears.