Tony & Wendy's Travel Blog

Set off at a leisurely 11:30. It’s bank holiday weekend and the traffic forecasts are dire. Boy we can sure pick our days to travel. At least with a late start we might avoid the inevitable early onslaught. Turns out to be a good decision.

After a great journey finally locate our VRBO home for the next two weeks. The rental earns its first black mark before we’ve even opened the door. The address / directions / location on Google maps are all a complete joke. Even when we’re in the car park, no sign of Number 3.

Before we unpack I check the essentials are working ok – wifi is good. Clean, modern and well equipped. The outside approach is a bit disappointing, but then you don’t live outside. Wifi is good and very stable. We’re only about 200 yards from Porth Beach and it’s lovely and sunny to greet us

The usual lazy start to the day. Time for coffee and to catch up on all the disturbing news. Apple News does a great job of bringing together news from all over, especially the Times and Wall Street Journal. Too much news really. Then it’s time to start my blog. The rants and writing is somehow very therapeutic.

We take a stroll along the coastal footpath into Newquay. Stop for a luscious beer outside the pub where we met. No sign of a historic blue plaque to mark the occasion. Big debate on what the pub was called in those days. Why they’ve even changed the name of the pub from “The Saddle Bar” to “The Central” and on top of that doubled its size. Take plenty of photos whilst the suns out, because this may be our only chance if the dire weather forecasts are to be believed.

Wendy buys a sandwich and she has lunch sat in a park overlooking Towan Beach. We sure know how to live.

Try to find a decent bottle of brandy for Wendy. No chance. Call in Asda which seems to be housed in some back street shed. Still it lacks the scroats that infest Blackburn Asda.

Stroll back for afternoon tea.

Start watching Line of Duty, now that all episodes are available so we can binge-watch. Don’t know who is responsible for the sound and awful accents. Have the hearing aids on full blast and it still sounds like it was recorded in a washing machine on a slow soak.

End to a great sunny day.

Lazy start again.

Well if ever there was a reason to escape from Belthorn at every opportunity, this has to be it:

Hyndburn now has the highest infection rate in England as cases rise in nine Lancashire boroughs

Hyndburn, Blackburn with Darwen, Preston, Chorley, Lancaster, Burnley and South Ribble are above the national average with Rossendale, Pendle, Wyre, West Lancs, Blackpool, Ribble Valley and Fylde below

Then it’s off to Morrisons and with a stop up at Waitrose. Just the excitement we need for such a blustery stormy day. At least thers no rain until 15:00, but wind enough to blow me hubcaps off.

Oh, the joy of Morrison, it’s heaving, you’d think they were giving it away.

Waitrose is so much more pleasant and relaxed. Such a better class of person, they all wear masks. Mind you very pricey.

Trying to find a quality mellow brandy so Wendy can adulterate it with lemonade – perversion. I guess Cornwall is not into brandy, seems to be rarer than a Taliban wearing a pinny and washing the dishes for his wife.

Find a few nice red wines, Carmenere, Primitivo and Pinot Noir. Glad to say none from the EU, always gives me a sense of delight when I avoid buying from the EU. Keep this up and their economy will be tanking big style – payback time.

After spending a fortune we head back for afternoon tea and watch the rain.

In the evening we binge out on “Line of Duty” again. Get through 4 episodes, couldn’t understand much of the dialogue. Leave the excitement of the last episode until tomorrow. Whilst sat watching TV, supping some mediocre Pinot Noir, I’m poleaxed by the standard lamp falling over in a drunken state. This is the second time it’s tried to kill me.

A lovely sunny but blustery day.

Another lazy start to the day, with a negative covid 19 lateral flow test for both of us. What a horrible experience these tests are, but we try and do our bit. Another impressive service from the NHS.

Finallie of “Line of Duty” tonight. Who is “H”. Exciting but oh so sad that we are excited.

Drive down to Towan Head for Wendy’s picnic lunch; stroll up to the headland; then a stroll into Newquay to buy some Cornish pasties for tea; followed by a pot of tea overlooking the harbour. Wow, spare no expense on this trip.

Come across the Huers Hut and a load of rug rats being told tales about the hut. God those teachers must have been brave to take that mob of rug rats out. Apparently, in the 14th century, the hut was occupied by a Huer who kept a lookout for shoals of Pilchards. When spotted he blew his horn and the fishermen all dashed out to catch the Pilchards. Pity they still don’t do it. You try buying fresh Pilchards or sardines these days.

Cornish pastie with Daddys sauce for tea then drive down to Truro to play pickleball. Traffic chaos around Truro. Nice and sunny but the wind was enough to blow the knickers off a nun. Certainly made for some interesting games. Not as much fun though as our motley crew. It’s only a game! Mind you best not to play after a cornish pastie.

Back home to some Pinot Noir and the final episode of “Line of Duty”. Still confused. Have they found “H”? Well, that leaves it open for another season.

After 4 months of lockdown they have finally let us loose, but only within the UK. How will we cope out in this brave new World surrounded by masked strangers? We’re off to a cottage in Anglesey. Yes, I know it’s in Wales and yes I know it will be full of Welsh people. I just have to escape, to travel, to avoid this awful weather. At least if the weather is awful there we’ll be somewhere different and can explore.

So off we set after Wendy has dilly dallied getting ready. Always the case.

The Welsh tourist board have put on a special welcome for us. Once we cross the border into Wales there are two traffic jams within 5 minutes of crossing. For my American friends, you have to understand that Wales is a chauvinistic chicken shit little country within the UK with aspirations of independence and who spend a fortune on signs in their own language and, especially in North Wales. They seem to have a mutually shared resentment and antipathy towards the English, taking great delight in switching to Welsh whenever the English are around. In the past, we had Offas dyke to keep them at bay.

Cross over the famous Menai bridge and stop for a shop at Waitrose. Wow, they sure knew how to build bridges in those days. No thin strip of metal suspended on string but six 6″ wide solid metal links acting as the a chain link suspension. Yes, they even have a Waitrose. Spend a fortune on convenience food and spot a nice-sounding Bourbon, Eagle Rare, which turns out to be awesome, and of course a couple of bottles of wine.

Having said all that about the Welsh our first three encounters with the locals are very friendly and pleasant. Makes me forget we are in Wales.

Our cottage is lovely. Modern, fresh, warm, well decorated and equipped, spotlessly clean, and best of all only £60 a night. Ideal for the two of us. Sadly the water in the bathroom is non-existent.

Soon fixed by plumber Edwards turning the stop tap back on. Then we try the wifi and it’s the usual story, 45 minutes of trying everything. Can’t even see their network. Then we encounter a typical arrogant Welsh zonderkeit who accuses my iPhone (doesn’t he know it’s made by Apple) of being the reason for my lack of wifi. Not that it’s anything to do with their wifi, as evidenced by two iPhones, two iPads, a MacBook, and their Netflix TV all failing to detect their network. Then miraculously it all springs to life. Why can’t the hospitality industry get it that wifi is essential, just like electricity and water! It’s not rocket science to set up and test.

Soon get settled in and after the all-important afternoon cup of tea, we take a stroll around the village of Aberffraw and down the river. It’s alovely little village if somewhat dilapidated.

Settle in for yet another quiet evening with wine and intermittent Netflix. Finish off the last episode of the Vikings. What a great series.

Awake to a gorgeous sunny but cold day. This is more like it, makes the World and me seem so much better.

After our usual leisurely start to the day – breakfast, tea, coffee and too much news from around the World with Apple News (no dirty ink stained hands), we set off for a drive up to Holyhead.

RAF Valley is on the Island which explains the regular roar of fighter jets overhead. Somewhat comforting sight and sound to know that they’re trained and ready at a moments notice if needed.

Have a wander around Holyhead. What a dump. At least there’s no homogenised shopping. All individual shops, mostly dirty, closed, run-down, in need of a lick of paint. The main ones open seem to be the inevitable charity shops. As Wendy says it’s even worse than Blackburn – that’s some accolade. Later in the day, we discover why it’s such a dump, on the outskirts of town is a modern out-of-town shopping park with all the homogenized shops your shopping bags and credit cards could dream of.

Have a stroll around the Breakwater Country Park. Very pleasant, then it’s off to the Stacks Light House. It’s closed due to covid but at least we can wander around the cliffs and take in the views. At £6 a pop – to knacker yourself climbing all those stairs – I don’t think this skinflint would have bothered anyway.

Call in at the first of many remains of Neolithic settlements. Wendy can hardly wait to visit more and there are many more. The whole Island is infested with them. I wonder how they coped without wifi?

Then it’s a leisurely drive back, not forgetting a minor detour for a merchandising opportunity in Morrissons – sadly no decent Sardines.

Afternoon tea followed by a walk down the river to the beach. NB: next time we go for a walk wear waterproof hiking boots.

Another pleasant evening in trying to watching you know what and sampling my Eagle Rare Bourbon – awesome, the Bourbon that is.

End to a sunny day.

Well another lazy start to the day. Find time to do this blog which is a lot more therapeutic and less stressful than reading todays bad tidings in Apple News.

Set off to explore some of the burial chambers. Sadly Bjorn mounted on his horse was not in this one (Vikings Season 602). Start off with Bryn Celli Ddu.

Bryn Celli Ddu – the Mound in the Dark Grove – is probably the best-known prehistoric monument on Anglesey, and is one of the most evocative archaeological sites in Britain. Like other prehistoric tombs on Anglesey it was constructed to protect and pay respect to the remains of the ancestors.

Bryn Celli Du.

The monument seems to have begun in the later Neolithic around 5,000 years ago, as a ‘henge’ or a ritual enclosure. It consisted of a bank (now lost) around an inner ditch, which enclosed a circle of upright stones. The ditch originally measured 21 meters in diameter. The outer edge can still be seen and several stones from the inner stone circle also survive.

The Bryn Celli Ddu passage tomb consists of a long passage that leads to a polygonal stone chamber. Human bones, both burnt and unburnt, were found in the passage of the tomb. Other finds were few, but included quartz, two flint arrowheads, a stone bead, and limpet and mussel shells.

Back door to Bryn Celli Du.

At dawn on midsummer solstice, shafts of light from the rising sun penetrate down the passageway to light the inner burial chamber. Perhaps this sunlight was meant to bring warmth and life to the ancestors?

Also visit Bodowyr Burial Chamber, but not quite so impressive.

Then it’s down to Newborough Forest and LLanddwyn Island and Bay. Massive car park there and it’s chokka. Beach is infested with rug rats. Dread to think what it must be like in August. Have a stroll along the beach, but Wendy balks at the prospect of walking “all the way” to the island.

Back home for afternoon tea and to battle with the wifi. It’s like being in a Neolithic village, no reliable wifi and a 200 yard to even get a 3G signal. How did they ever cope in those times?

Meanwhile, I wish the Welsh would learn how to spell and use a few vowels, with sensible, pronounceable letter combinations and just give up on everything being in Welsh. It’s the 21st century, your language is never going to be world-class and an essential requirement of career success. Teaching it in schools seems an assault on common sense.

After a refreshing cuppa – hardly drunk any coffee, as my bean to cup machine was a tad too heavy to bring – we set off to visit Porth Cwyfan, which has a church on a man-made island in the sea. The tides out, so being a devout member of the Church of the Flying Spaghetti Monster I set out across a treacherous rock field to visit said church.

Encounter a guy sunbathing, complete with a wet suit, speargun, barbecue, some Sea Bass and Scallops he’s caught. What a life.

The perfect end to a gorgeous sunny day.

Exercise restraint tonight, no alcohol. Made all the more difficult while trying to watch Netflix with Internet that’s slower than a three legged tortoise dragging along a piece of wet string. Abandon and resort to watching downloads on my iPad.

Already starting with Internet withdrawal symptoms. My fingers seem to have Saint Vitus Dance as they tap our queries on an imaginary keyboard and then my hand grasps for the non-existent mouse.

Yet again the usual lazy start to the day. with the added luxury of Wendy ranting and raving about the difficulty of her knitting pattern. She needs to be thankful there is no software involved, then she’d be as mad as a three-legged dog trying to bury a turd on an icy pond.

Call in at Rhosneigr for a stroll around. It’s a really nice village a lot more up market than Aberrfraw where we’re staying, why they even have a Fat Face shop. Mind you only two customers at a time. Us Brits just love any opportunity to create and stand in a queue, I’d rather argue with a wooden Indian.

Drove up to Din Lligwy To view the Neolithic Village. I thought it was Neolithic but turns out it was at the time of the Roman occupation – bet they still didn’t have wifi. Wendy’s absolutely orgasmic with the thrill of it all. Then have a look at Moelfre, nothing really there, so it’s onto Amlwch.

Wendy has her lunch, in port Amlwch car park designed by a Bulimia nervosa suffering town planner, who must’ve been as thin as a gnat’s whisker. Sure you can park for free but there’s no room for you to open your car door – get me back to the land of giant, on the slant, parking slots. Have a stroll around the harbour. Not all that impressive.

Then it’s on up to Cemaes o view this so called spectacular Traeth Bach beach. Turns out to be a tiny shingle beach, really not worth the trip. Have a slope round a disused open caste copper mine. Then call in Llangefni to get tea. For me that’s my usual spicy Italian subway. All in all a brilliant sunny day exploring lots of different places.

Well the Internet has excelled tonight. No connection at all. End up having to walk down the road for 4G to cancel our Asda order, last thing I want is another £45 bottle of Remy Cognac that we use as a placeholder. Can’t find 4G anywhere in the village so have to settle for a very slow 3G connection.

Settle for no alcohol and Netflix downloads on my iPad.

Another glorious sunny day.

The time has come to say goodbye to this Neolithic Island, the land that even the Druids forgot.

Call in at Beaumaris on the way home but the castle doesn’t look that impressive and the car parking is expensive, which is a problem when you have short arms and deep pockets. Decide to save it for another day.

Trouble free journey home. No traffic jams – that makes a change.

Home for lunch.

Well we’ve enjoyed our time in Anglesey. Fortunately the weather was spectacular and we’ve managed to explore much of the Island. Giving serious thought to pitching our caravan here for a year if we ever get it back from France. Very handy as only 2 hours drive and kids cold get some use out of it. Perhaps the Welsh aren’t so bad after all.

One last thing to do, a review of the Ty Arthur accommodation, that’s going to be a work of restrained objectivity – see below.
 

We’ve survived. No I’m not talking about Covid-19, I mean 7 weeks with our 3 grandchildren (1, 3 and 6). They all left today (8/6/20) with our daiughter-in-law, it’s oh so quiet and we’re just getting back to normal. Track pad is back on my chair arm, drinks are on the coffee table, ornaments and lamps are back in place, the TV’s having a rest even though there’s a kiddy meal still spread all over the screen.

Well Tuesday 2/6/20 we should have been jetting off back to paradise, but alas Donald doesn’t want us and Boris doesn’t want us to leave him.

It’s alright having a retirement commandment that forbids drinking before 17:00 but when your daughter-in-law is around, who desperately needs wine by 16:00 in order to cope with 3 rug rats, it means the bottle can be empty by the time you get to it. Need to adapt and sin.

Just watching Contagion, the perfect film to enjoy during this Covid-19 pandemic. Helps if you can stay awake but a lush bottle of Carmanera makes that difficult. Try a couple of brandies to see if that helps keep me awake.

Nothing like it when all 3 grandchildren kick off at once. I’ve made a recording of the ear shattering excruciating noise so that when they’ve gone home and we’re starting to miss them – June 1st 2026 – we can play it back to remind us of the “happy” times we had. If any young couple want it as as very effective incentive for contraception then we’ll gladly let them have a copy.

This was Jasper’s English homework today. Aimed at 6 year olds, let’s see how you cope correcting this:

the morning went very quickly indeed mainly thanks to detective jane, who was amazing wearing their own badges the children talked about how to use clues to help find a missing person or item they looked at the different patterns made by footprints and took their own fingerprints with special ink

Oh dear. 3 of us spent 15 minutes on this. There should be 5 capital letters, 2 full stops and one exclamation. See answer and rant at the end of this blog.

Bloody hell only 639 calories burnt today, thats one short of the 640 needed to polish off a bottle of red wine with no weight gain.

Amazed at my own gourmet aptitude.

Great bike ride today, 3 miles downhill was a doddle. 3 mile back up hill and I’m cream crackered, the last 200 yards is a heart attack simulator. I feel like I’ve been rode hard and hung up dry – powfagged. Certainly not a PCMSC ride, I can think of one grouse on wheels who would be whining all the way down that I’m going too fast and all the way up that it’s just too difficult for a leisure ride. She’d be ratting me out to the club no doubt.

Well great news archery is back open. Suitably socially distanced of course and sadly out doors, but better than nothing. Let’s try two days this week. Still no pickle ball.

Coronavirus loading mothers with washing, cooking and home schooling

Bedtime for the rug rats. Beatrix loads her roll along suitcase with Barbie doll, 16 Disney Princesses and peeing baby doll (yes it can pee), then trundles off to bed with suitcase in tow. Then at the crack of sparrows she trundles out of our bedroom with suitcase in tow. So cute.

More inane maths homework with Jasper. These teachers just sling together repetative questions with some badly worded questions that are confusing even to an adult.

Kids playing hide and seek. Nana shouting “no you’re not hiding in the fridge, get out”.

Fiona shouting at Jasper, “Get your clothes back on.”. This child seems to love wandering around in the nude.

So much for a strict no TV before 17:00 law of retirement to only end up with constant “Oh Bear”, “Barbie Toy”, “Hungry Caterpillar”, Disney galore and other kiddy favorites all day.

19:00, hostilities haven’t ceased and they’re still all going wild, wound up like a fart in a skillet.

20:00, hostilities still haven’t ceased and they’re still going wilder than a pack of wild dogs on a three legged cat. Fiona’s polished the wine off but she’s still not chilled enough. I find it an interesting exercise in remaining tranquil as I enjoy watching them play and can marvel at how they learn. Best way to deal with the trauma, although noise cancelling hearing aids would be a great idea, then you could just turn them off, the kids that is.

Read the “Hungry Caterpillar” to Beatrix for the Xth time, followed by 30 minutes excruciatingly boring maths homework with Jasper and then assaulted by Esther in an attempt to share the reading.

How a 1 year old improves its immune system. Brushing the dogs backside with her toothbrush seems to help. Gross! Hmm… this dogs tail doesn’t taste too bad either. Meanwhile Lexi just lies back and enjoys the attention.

Picked up my mountain bike from Kurt’s. Joy, it has a back wheel puncture. Fix that and then get my exercise for the week trying to pump the tyres up with a midgets hand pump.

Putting the rear wheel back is as difficult as herding cats. Takes 30 minutes of cussing and fiddling to get it back. Why is it that most mechanical things are just so badly slung together, no thought for ease of maintenance.

It is hard to avoid the suspicion that the unions don’t really care about the data. They are doing what they always do: holding the government to ransom with children used as bargaining chips. In the midst of a crisis, it is particularly shameful.

What the friggin hell is vegan milk and vegan butter? And now we have vegan friendly hand sanitiser gel! Vegan burgers and steak was enough. If you don’t want meat fair enough, but why do you then want simulated meat? The World is going mad.

Answer to the English test:

The morning went very quickly indeed, mainly thanks to Detective Jane, who was amazing! Wearing their own badges, the children talked about how to use clues to help find a missing person or item. They looked at the different patterns made by footprints and took their own fingerprints with special ink.

I just cant believe how ludicrous this is. To expect a 6 year old to know that detective should be a capital D because it’s in front of a name, whereas normally it would be lower case. What the hell is going on in our education system to expect such trivia? We only solved it as a guess and researched it on wiki. Even English teachers get this wrong. Someone needs to get a grip. This is KS1 for gods sake.

Random thoughts and rants from PPP plague lockdown. Sorry no particular sequence just jot them down as they occur. Sadly no religious commentary but will start back with a vengeance on the next blog.

Jasper has junior monopoly and loves to play it, unfortunately, it seems to last forever, fortunately, thanks to Fiona we manage to escape it for 3 days, but eventually, it catches up with us. Can you believe that Nana cheats against a 6-year-old. Neat really, she keeps sneaking money back into the bank so that she runs out of money and escapes early.

When you have as much hair as I have it’s great to have your own personal hairdresser (Fiona) on tap 24 hours a day. A No 2 does the job.

This week’s Panorama was a classic example. In recent weeks, many frontline NHS workers have been short of personal protective equipment (PPE), thereby putting them at unacceptable risk when treating COVID-19 patients. Leaving aside the fact that there is a global shortage of PPE and other countries are struggling with the same problem, the responsibility for managing stockpiles to cope with pandemics lies with the NHS and Public Health England. Neither of these organisations received any criticism from the Panorama team. The title of the programme was not “Has the NHS failed its workers?” but “Has the government failed the NHS?“. Nor was it mentioned that the majority of those interviewed were left-wing activists with an axe to grind.

One of the programme’s main allegations was that “the government” took COVID-19 off the list of High Consequence Infectious Diseases (HCID) in March 2020, thereby allowing “the government” to weaken the guidelines on PPE use. This, it suggested, was because “the government” had failed to buy enough PPE to go round.

But the decision to take COVID-19 off the HCID list was not made by politicians. It was made by Public Health England and their equivalents in the rest of the UK, with the Advisory Committee on Dangerous Pathogens in agreement. The guidelines on PPE use by health workers may have been “weakened”, but the guidelines are set by Public Health England, not politicians. And the procurement of face masks, gloves and gowns is not the personal responsibility of Boris Johnson or Matt Hancock, but of officials in the NHS and Public Health England.

Far be it for me to defend the government, but in the absence of any evidence that politicians actively discouraged stockpiling of PPE, it seems to me that at least some of the blame for the shortage should be laid at the door of the people working in procurement at multi-billion pound organisations who are specifically tasked with stockpiling it. But no, let’s just blame “the government”.

Today’s learning, curry spoils the taste of brandy. Especially very hot curries.

7th May – Jaspers birthday party:

7 years old. The years have flown by.

Fortunately it’s a warm sunny day, for Belthorn it’s as rare as a Taliban wearing a pinny and washing the dishes for his wife.

Nanas made a cake and we sit on the back patio to open presents, cards and blow out candles on a number 7 cake. Kurt sits 12 feet away on the deck. No party but at least most of his friends have got cards and presents to him. Kurt’s done a great video for him, very funny, and he’s added loads of video birthday messages from friends and family. An awesome 20-minute production.

We bought him a kiddies Fitbit. He manages to clock up 16,000 steps.

Then he has sandpit time, football, bike ride and finally a walk down the fields.

Not quite what he was hoping for but overall not a bad day.

Just so lucky.

BBC’s stupidity with two new series, one Scottish and one Irish. Both with accents that you need a chainsaw to cut through. More chance of understanding rapid fire French and yet no subtitles. What is wrong with these people. Clueless.

All this lock down makes me feel like a Dalek whose plan to conquer the world was frustrated by a staircase.

More of Frozen 2 with Beatrix. Elsa’s my favourite but she’s so flat chested.

Not more Princesses, no more Disney. Never a drop of blood, never any real violence, not a flash of nipple and certainly no sex. Just what the snowflakes ordered. I think they need an alter ego production company.

Victors on the loose. Victors our robot vacuum cleaner who we’ve anthropomorphised by naming him after my hero Victor Meldrew.

When we were in PC coping with the panic buying of bog roll I remember sacastically plotting with Wendy how to create a new lunatic panic on coffee filter papers. Couldn’t think of any item more unlikely to be so sought after. Somewhat ironic but it now seems that panic buying Coffee filter paper has come to be a reality as people are using the coffee filter papers as virus filters in their home made masks.

I share the pride but am uneasy with the zealotry. This religion allows no doubters. Criticising the NHS is blasphemy; questioning the way it is run heresy. On the 70th birthday of the NHS a few years ago, a poll found that 77 per cent believed the NHS “should be maintained in its current form” — not, I imagine, because they think the status quo is perfect but because change of any sort has been cast as the slippery slope to destruction, privatisation, and Richard Branson cashing in on your gall bladder removal.

The crazy hour with the kids is normally 18:00 to 19:00 when they’re more hyper than a pack of wild dogs on a three legged cat, but for some reason tonight they’ve started at 17:00. Let’s pray it still only lasts for an hour.

Must still be reasonably fit from Park City as a walk up the village is done quite spritely without getting out of breathe.

Oh the joys of a 1 year old smacking you on the shin with a metal bar.

Don’t we just love it. Early morning coffee and newspapers, the dog has a barking fit, while the grandkids have a bout of lunacy, laughing, screaming, dancing and tormenting one another, in the midst of Jasper doing his maths homework with Fiona. Then Fiona shouts at Japser “Stop playing with your willie”. Hilarious times, just brightens the day.

A typical day with Grandkids in the time of the PPP Plague:

07:00 – Grandkids start their daily hostilities, exercise their vocal chords and visit us to make sure we’re awake. The daily joy begins.
08:00 – get up, good breakfast, tea and read The Times, WSJ and Apple News.
09:00 – more newspaper, Times crossword, Jasper’s homework and projects.
10:00 – coffee and deal with admin, screw ups, complaints and the like.
11:00 – more coffee, improve French and short university virology course to try and understand viruses.
12:00 – hike with Fiona.
13:00 – read, football with Jasper and Beatrix.
14:00 – coffee and read.
15:00 – walk with Wendy, Jasper and Beatrix.
16:00 – coffee and read
17:00 – Exercise and yoga. Wine time.
18:00 – tea – assuming I can survive this long
19:00 – TV and wine until bedtime. And perhaps a little brandy.

I really do have to exercise restraint to obey my laws of retirement – no alcohol, sleeping or TV before 17:00. New regime even consists of alcohol free day every other day. Times are hard.

Meanwhile I learn a valuable new skill, how to dress Beatrix’s doll.

Signed up for a free 1 month trial of Britbox. Great being able to watch “One Foot In The Grave” and the “Royale Family” again. My heroes. But don’t think I’ll be paying for this when my months up.

Another highlight of the week, Asda victuals delivery between 12:00 and 14:00, and of course a few bottles of wine to replenish diminishing stocks. Down to my last 48 bottles.

My god you forget how tiring a 1 year old is. She’s into everything, especially things she shouldn’t have. It’s just hilarious to watch and a great exercise in remaining calm. I’m quite impressed with how I’m coping and how calm I manage to remain. Never a moments respite unless she’s asleep. Will the house survive?

Gourmet highlight this week, hopefully, will be Pilchard Fishcakes.

Miserable and rainy day so no walks with Fiona, or the kids and no football, how sad, just have to settle for exercises and yoga, boring. Todays highlight, I get my mountain bike back, complete with rear puncture. Oh well give me something to do, I’ll try and fit it in with my busy schedule. Just watching the “Gruffalo Child” with the kids for the 3rd time. By way of a change they’re fighting. Bugger, it’s a no alcohol day. How will I cope.

Need to sort out 2/6/20 flights back to PC. It seems that Donald doesn’t want us back and Boris doesn’t want us to leave. Let’s hope we can get back in July.

Well it looks like we’re going to have Fiona and the kids for the next few weeks. Kurt goes back to work on Tuesday (21/4/20) and will be frontline interviewing and dealing with the dregs of our society, those with the scroat gene and having to go out to deaths in the home. Obviously more at risk than most and is concerned about bringing Covid-19 home so they’ve decided it would be safer if Fiona and the kids came up here. Low risk to us and even lower risk to them. We’ve all been isolating / distancing for 3 weeks now.

On top of that, dealing with three kids on her own, Fiona will probably end wound up tighter than the girdle of a baptist minister’s wife at an all-you-can-eat pancake breakfast. At least up here she can share the mayhem.

Seems common sense to us all. Quite looking forward to it. Will we cope? Will my wine rack cope? Be interesting a few weeks from now looking back. Just off to kiddy proof the house and fit a padlock on our bedroom door – our bolthole sanity sanctuary and shelter.

Had to pick up a click and collect of wine from Waitrose. Bloody hell, no queues to get in and as few shoppers as muslims at a midnight mass on Christmas eve. Definitely the place to come and shop. No need to social distance it’s empty.

How lucky can we be. We’ve a lot to be grateful for. We’re well fed, warm, safe and plenty to keep us on our toes. Yes, this lockdowns a tad inconvenient but there are billions of people who would just love to be suffering our deprivations.

Kids mither to watch Frozen 2 but it’s only on Disney Plus in America. VPN into Disney plus America and we get to watch it for free.

Here’s a quote from CNN for the tree huggers who worship at the shrine of organics:

“A majority of the views right now is that (the virus) is natural — it was organic,”. Oh well that makes it ok then, we’ll have two of them, wrap them up in old newspapers and pay 47% over the odds.

Turns out my free year’s subscription to the Wall Street Journal has come to an end. So now it’s going to cost me £10 a month. On top of that I’m paying £5 for the Times. Yet for £9.99 I can have a subscription to Apple News plus which also gives me access to the Wall Street Journal and the times as well as many other magazines and newspapers. Seems like a no brainer especially when you consider that I can share it with five other members of my family.

Wow, fish finger butties for tea. The one good thing about this lock down is the sparsity of vegetables for tea.

First Asda delivery. Pretty good, but how will Wendy cope not being able to read the sell by dates on cans of beans before she buys them?

Of the top 25 US National Parks there’s still 7 of them we’ve not been to. Amazed that Zion is not in the top 5.

Yoga and exercise is going well. Thankfully the exercise video reminds me to keep breathing. I wonder how many people have died because they forgot? Exercise is getting a tad too easy, I think by next week I’ll be looking for something more strenuous.

Now I know things are bad, started improving my French each morning.

A typical day in the PPP Plague:

08:00 – get up, good breakfast, tea and read The Times, WSJ and Apple News.

09:00 – more newspaper and The Times crossword.

10:00 – coffee and deal with admin, screw ups, complaints and the like.

11:00 – more coffee and digitise old photos.

12:00 – sort out decking, patio, drive and varnish adirondacks. Plus any other tasks.

13:00 – more yard work.

14:00 – coffee and read.

15:00 – walk

16:00 – coffee and read

17:00 – Exercise and yoga.

18:00 – tea

19:00 – TV and wine until bedtime.

Busier than a $2 hooker on half price night. How exciting is all that. Thankfully we never watch the news, too depressing, especially BBC News.

Using conservative figures and assumptions, a report by Derek Scissors of the American Enterprise Institute estimates 2.9 million total cases in China, rather than the total of about 82,000 Beijing reports. If Mr. Scissors is right, the number of cases that China has concealed is greater than the total number of cases reported in the rest of the world.

Now we’re out of our 14 day lockdown at least we can shop for ourselves.

Experienced our first ever click and collect from Asda. Got most of what we ordered, no substitutions and best of all they had all 7 bottles of wine I chose. Pretty neat way to shop.

Can you believe this:

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Three films on Netflix Wendy doesn’t want to watch, “contagion”, “pandemic” and “Inferno”. I wonder why?

Northerner terrifies Londoners by saying Hello:

Well another cracking week has just flown by. Plenty to do and still not finding much time to read.

Random missive again this week.

More gorgeous weather means more walks. Today, Lexi and I, do the Belthorn Heritage Trail. Bloody nightmare to follow, badly signposted, probably mapped out by blind dyslexic on pot. At one point I’m doing an SAS scramble under barb wire. Some really steep sections that get the heart pumping and the sweat flowing. We survive and enjoy it.

China’s efforts “a deep propaganda campaign” intended “to obscure the fact it caused the virus in the first place”.

Wow another day of sunshine. Great walks around the village. Even had the patio doors open, afternoon tea on the patio. Why if we had a barbecue we could earn some extra points toward our US Greencard and have a barbie for tea.

You know the World has gone mad when you’re in a virtual queue to go onto the B&Q DIY website:

Number of users in queue ahead of you: 263663
Your estimated wait time is: more than an hour

Only the demented IT industry could dream this up.

For some reason I really am getting fed up with TV. It’s all so bland and about exciting and stimulating as watching someone clean the fluff out of their belly button. It’s not that we’re watching anymore than we used to, still don’t watch any TV before 17:00. Really need to move to a new regime of no TV before 19:00.

There’s a lot of aholes (Ignoring the lockdown, litter louts, my favourites parking in disabled slots and a wealth of other anti-social behaviour that society can do without), so thankful I don’t have a Walther PPX with me as I think I’d be in clink for what I would consider justifiable homicide. Had my Sig Sauer out yesterday for practice in the back garden but somehow I don’t think an air pistol would cut it when it comes to dealing with those with the scroat gene.

Still live in hope of escaping on the 2nd June. Forever the optimist.

Well plenty of projects to keep me busy. Started learning Canasta this weekend. Bloody hell that scrambles your synapses, need to be a Philidelphia lawyer to cope with it.

The week still seems to be going quickly by. Still plenty to do and even started reading and some more AI research. Will we survive the singularity – I doubt it. Another cheery thought for the day.

For Lent I’ve decided to give up socialising.

Good to see that the kids have finally come in useful after all these years, they do the shopping for us. Quite like that aspect.

Get out every day with the dog – spaniel without a brain. Still struggles with the complexity of the “sit” command. Walk to heel no chance, it’d rather choke itself.

Wendy keeps busy with her knitting. Click of needles is driving me nuts but if she runs out of wool then I think it’ll be even worse, I’ll need ear defenders.

Spoke to some friends in San Diego. It sounds dire down there with gestapo enforced draconian lock down.

Well at least the scourge of communism seems to have ceased stalking the USA. So it’s just down to Biden. Do you think he’ll be able to remember his name? Amazing all these know it all’s who constantly criticise Trump. Whatever he does they’re critical. Same over here. I wouldn’t like to be in any leaders shoes. With so little fact and science they can’t do right for doing wrong.

Digitising photos is progressing well. My new toy, a power washer complete with scrubber, has arrived. Now I can scrub all that mould off the decking. Sadly I’ve run out of decking so I’ll have to make a start on the patio and then the drive. Dread to contemplate the water bill. Probably end up so poor we’ll have to borrow money to buy water to cry with

One of the many good things in all this is local foodshops delivering to our village. So far this week we’ve had a meat deliver, a fish delivery and fruit / veg delivered, god knows why.

Missive to local council:

As part of our daily exercise we’ve been walking around Belthorn. What a disgrace all the roadside litter is. Who are these scroats who seem to think it’s ok to chuck their litter out of the car.

Anyway as sadly there’s no way we can have these arseholes in society put down I am prepared to do something about it. If you can provide me with plastic bin bags, a picker up device and a mechanism for the filled bags to be picked up then I’m prepared to collect the rubbish as part of my daily exercise. I’ll also try and mobilise others in the village to safely take part.

Of course you don’t get a response from them.

Well the one good thing about this social distancing, I can walk over 1.83 metres in front of Wendy without getting moaned at. Unless of course there’s a hungry horse in the field.

Too rare sights today, a Hillman Imp, I had one when a teenager, and what I thought was a humming bird but apparently you don’t get them in the Uk, not surprised too cold and windy. I suppose it might have been a hummingbird hawkmoth.

Forgive me for I have sinned. Two exercise walks today. Waiting for the knock on the door at 04:00 tomorrow morning.

Whoever said that Dog Groomers are not an essential service has obviously never had to groom a woolly bear of a cocker spaniel with a years worth of knotted fur. It has only taken us four days and now we have enough fur to make four well stuffed cushions.

Sorry no time for daily blog, pictures, rant and jokes, so just a rambling weekly missive.

As soon as we got home we were into 14 days lockdown. Mind you everyones supposedly locked down any way.

Started exploring all the footpaths around Belthorn. We’re appalled at the amount of litter on the roadsides. It’s just disgusting, too many scroats around. What is wrong with these people who just think it’s ok to toss their rubbish out of their car. Thankfully I’m not allowed a gun over here, I don’t think I could be responsible if I encountered a litter lout.

Daily walks (averaging 3 miles a day now), exercise and yoga regime has been quite successful. Getting into it and feeling some benefit. Sadly Lexi (an 8 year old cocker spaniel that we have half shares in with our son, for some perverse reason we seem to have the rear half) seems to be suffering from arthritis. An hour into Saturdays walk and I thought I was going to have to carry her home. Turns out the vet has said a maximum of 40 minutes walk. No one told us.

Day 5, armed with OS app and iPhone, still exploring the ancient footpaths around Belthorn. Today’s was somewhat obscure and difficult. I think the last person to walk this was Heathcliffe back in the 19th century. Wendy got bit by a horse. At least she’s stopped worrying about Covid as she’s now worried she’ll get rabies. It’ll be the first case of rabies from a horse that didn’t even draw blood.

Amazed at the weather so far. Hardly any rain, very rare for Belthorn, but everyday there’s been a howling wind. How we yearn for the sun and calm of PC.
 

Thankfully we never watch the news but I do read the Time and WSJ each morning. Waste too much time on this. Really must spend less time reading the panic, gloom and doom from the news papers – they’ve a lot to answer for as the cause of panic in the current crisis. New rule – ignore any article that seems to be an opinion.

There seems to be a growing realism that this lockdown can’t go on forever, the cost in lives and the economy could exceed the lives lost through the Chinese virus. If we don’t have a vaccine then perhaps herd immunity is the only way forward – need to get R0 less than 1. Sweden’s lack of lockdown is interesting. Perhaps the answer is gradually reduce lockdown on the less at risk, but keep the elderly and people with serious medical risk conditions locked down. An interesting, perhaps realistic, but seemingly heartless comment is that most of the deaths would have occurred in the near future anyway as in the main they seem to be the elderly (that’s us) and people with chronic medical conditions. Is this natures grand cull.

Another interesting WSJ article (https://www.wsj.com/articles/is-the-coronavirus-as-deadly-as-they-say-11585088464?mod=article_inline) on the percentage death rate. Points out that we have no reliable data on how many people have the infection therefore coming to a percentage death rate is impossible. Based on what scant evidence we have it could even be as low as 0.1%, well below flu levels, and whilst that is no comfort for those who have lost loved ones, nor does it make Covid a non-issue, it would question our reaction to it. Just goes to show how little we really know about it but I’m sure when it’s all over the political inquisitions and hindsight blame mobs will be baying for politicians blood.

Great this having all our food delivered by Kurt. I knew he’d come in useful one day. Wine and brandy seems to be evaporating – it must be the Angels share. It seems that wine is the latest fad panic buy, everyone needs it to keep sane, fortunately Kurt got four bottles for me today, so just 47 left – should keep me going a couple of weeks.

And wow it looks Fiona now has strong flour – gold dust – and of course a packet for us. Yeah, homemade pizzas for tea!

Local butchers, fishmongers and fruit n veg merchants have all shown enterprise and arranged deliveries to our local village. And no they’re not ripping people off. Let’s hope after all this is over, people remember, and they still prosper.

Wow this week has flown by, still not found time to read a book or improve my French. On top of this I’ve accumulated decades worth of projects that I’ve never got started, but they’re all on my Covid list. You can’t rush these things, takes years of careful planning – more haste less speed. Got quite a few photos digitised. That project seems to be going well. It’s awesome being reminded of all the things we did with the kids. Ross seems to be in every photo so far, hardly any of Brett, and Kurt’s not even been dreamt of.

Victors been a pain this week – Victor is our pet robovac who meanders around the house, in a drunken stupor, supposedly vacuuming. He’s got stuck at least twice and sent out distress signals. Then he attacked the nick nacks on the hearth.

Meanwhile Wendy keeps clicking away with the damn needles. In between that she’s trying to groom Lexi who looks like a giant teddy bear with all her fur. Now she’s got a mohican down her back and just needs her sides and legs shaving.

I’m still sticking with the first three laws of retirement – no alcohol, naps or TV before 17:00. The alcohol one can be a bit of a bitch and during this plague I think it’s time we avoided TV before 19:00.

Meanwhile:

The Queen is doing a televised address to the nation on Sunday night, in response to the coronavirus crisis, is only the fifth time the monarch has given such a speech in her 68-year reign. Not exactly rushed off her feet then.

While her Christmas Day message is an annual event, only rarely has she made rallying speeches at key moments in the life of the nation – predominantly at times of crisis and grief.

Now at a time when the UK faces what the prime minister has described as the “worst public health crisis for a generation”, the Queen is addressing the nation again.

Overall a good rousing speech.

Personally, whilst I’m all in favour of the monarchy and think our Queen has done a brilliant job, I am disgusted thats she’s not come forward before now to rally the nation. It’s the least she could do. Mind you I also think that when she’s in residence at Buckingham Palace she could at least pop out onto the balcony every few hours and give a regal wave to all the tourists.

Well a sumptuous bottle of 2016 Claret to look forward to tonight. That should help me reset my body clock and get a good nights sleep.

Missing PC and all our friends already. Hopefully just 57 days before we’re back in paradise. Always the optimist.

If you’re not comatose by now, well done, at least you’ve survived my rants.

But remember my guiding principle when I worked:

There is nothing more difficult to take in hand, more perilous to conduct, or more uncertain in its success, than to take the lead in the introduction of a new order of things. For the reformer has enemies in all those who profit by the old order, and only lukewarm defenders in all those who would profit by the new order, this lukewarmness arising partly from fear of their adversaries … and partly from the incredulity of mankind, who do not truly believe in anything new until they have had actual experience of it.

Whilst Wendy packs I get sent to Walmart for more 3.4 ounce TSA approved brandy bottles and another large plastic storage box, only $4.98 that is amazing.

Drop a red cross food parcel off at B&M and say our good byes. We’ll really miss them.

New plastic box is rapidly filled with yet more stuff and then after lunch we go down to the garage lockup. Wendy wants to sweep out the mouse droppings. It would have been a smarter idea to do that before we deposited most of our stuff.

Booze box, new plastic box and everything but the kitchen sink is put in the cupboard. At least my wine and whiskeys are safe.

Then in the evening it’s a spot of TV, no alcohol, and early to bed. We have to be up at 00:30.

Off down to the airport. Turns out we could have left an hour later as the checkin doesn’t open until 04:00. Roads and airport are pretty desserted. Fastest TSA transition ever, despite not be Pre-check cleared. You would have thought by now the AI systems would know us and view two frequent flyer geriatric grndparents as zero risk – best not get me going on the lack of profilling, woke snowflakes strike again.

Flight to Dallas is pretty uneventful. Only about 30% full and 25% of the passengers are Mormon missionaries. I think Wendy has inflamed the passions of the smartly suited and booted Mormon missionaries as she puts on her flight socks at the airport. Alas no food or drink. We socially distance ourselves by moving into the premium economy seats, well away from everyone else. Air hostesses don’t seem bothered by it.

Most Americans at the airport don’t seem to comprehend social distancing and haven’t a clue how far 6 feet is. Probably the very same ones who want to drive up my exhaust pipe.

6 hours to pass at Dallas.

Flight to London is about 50% full. Another AA experience, on board food has to be the worst ever and is worthy of a separate rant below. Fortunately after two glasses of wine, a few swigs of Wendy’s brandy and some sleeping tablets I manage to sleep through most of the 9 hours. Best way to travel and so much cheaper than business class.

London Heathrow is busier than Dallas but there’s nowhere open for food. Most of the passengers seem to have a problem with social distancing – perhaps they’re all Americans.

Last flight up to Manchester is a 35 minute BA flight. Another one of our least popular airlines. At least AA and BA get us there and manage not to loose our luggage.

Pick the car up from Hertz, they provided a nice Kuga automatic, free with my points.

Finally arrive home about 12:30.

Spend the afternoon unpacking, getting everything working again, trying to remember how the TV and other overly complex TV subscription services work in UK rather than USA location mode.

Pilchards on toast for tea – I’ve been yearning for them for months. Some TV and a couple of world class german beers, topped off by my awesome extra old Martel XO Cognac. All followed by a good night sleep.

2nd day of quarantine. So what did we do? It’s only Wednesday as I write this, and it’s so rememberable I’ve already forgot.

Drove over to Preston to return Hertzmobile. Got well and truly lost. Sorted paperwork out and routine admin. Cleared my desk ready for action. Sorted photos ready for capture.

Yoga.

A no alcohol evening and some pretty mundane TV.

Is this how it’s going to be for the next few weeks? Need to get into a routine. Fortunately we get Lexi, Kurts brown cocker spaniel, delivered to our door tomorrow. She’s a lovely dog, great with the kids, but seems to lack a brain. 8 years old and has only just learned to sit. We have a 50% share in her but for some reason we seem to have the rear half.

Lazy start to the day.

Debate leave or stay. Stick with plan A, fly home on our original return date, Virgin and Delta have both confirmed our 16/4/20 flights. If they fail and we have to stay our travel insurance will cover us, as it’s beyond our control, just have to worry about ICE breaking down the door at 04:00. The government has changed its advice from stay to come home. All our kids think we’re better off here.

Go for a walk with B&M. Start off with the intention of a stroll around ghost town (AKA Park City) but it starts to snow – so much for the weather forecast.

Drive back down to the old Barn where it is glorious sunshine. Have a stroll back up to our place for coffee and biscuits.

After lunch, I set out for a walk in the snow down to Willow creek. Only see one person in 3 miles. A very quiet and snowy world.

Lazy mornig. Talk to the kids. Play Connect 4 with Jasper.

It’s snowing all day so little chance of my daily hike.

Send our shopping list to Fiona. She laughs at the contents with frequent outbursts of “No chance”, “are you joking”. Great isn’t it when we can get the kids to our shopping for us. At least there are some benefits to this PPP.

Under normal circumstances, I’d rather walk through Tehran in a star of David tee shirt than go to the supermarket. However, when you’re going stir crazy every little outing helps. So I drop off a bottle of Jamiesons for my mate Shaun at Hertz who looks after us so well, and then it’s Freshmarket with Wendy. I have to push the trolley to save her back.

In the evening we’re off round to B&M’s for dinner.

Then it’s the final episode of Tyrant, but bugger me if we don’t fall asleep through the last 20 minutes so we have that delight to come tonight.

Stuck in all day as it’s snowing.

Debate what to do now that they want all visitors to leave by 1st April latest. Wendy whittles and doesn’t know what to do. Stay until 16th as per plan A or leave ASAP. The decision is in my court. As we’d be here illegally after 1st April – see rant below – this would invalidate our travel insurance. Fortunately, we spot a couple of BA flights for just $550 on Sunday so go for that.

A bottle of wine and some bourbon helps end the day. We finish watching “The English Game” on Netflix – good watching.

Drop the Walther PPX off at Mikes. He’s totally pissed with all the PPP.

Then we take all our stuff, and boy oh boy do we have some stuff, around to the lockup at our summer residence. Turns out there’s plenty of room and the boxes are just great to pack it all in.

After dinner, I take our winter clothes, skis and shoes over to Hal’s for storage, along with a red cross parcel of all our excess food. Carol also had some masks for us, great to have so many good friends. Sadly we did a big shop on Wednesday because we thought we’d be here until 16/4/20, Plan A, but alas no so a lot will be wasted. Thankfully I kept out of the liquor store.

B&M pop round with my Campos coffee I ordered and to say goodbye.

I have a walk around the Canyons and back down past the church to try and see why they are shifting so much soil around. It seems like a big building site, bet there’ll be a mile high block of condos there this time next year.

All the days are lazy days now with this self isolating and distancing.

Walk with B&M around Willow Creek in the snowstorm.

Then it’s the supermarket and Michaels for Wendy’s knitting wool.

Do a bit of programming for the sports club and sort out my password encryption problems. Helps with the mental stimulation.

In the evening more “Tyrant” and a new series on Netflix “The English Game”. It quite good and should appeal to Downton Abbey fans. All made more tolerable by a tasty bottle of Carmenera.

Still managing to keep up with my laws of retirement (no drinking, TV or napping before 17:00) although they are hard to adhere to in these trying times, but one has to have standards.

Head off to do the Masonic Hill hike with Helen and George. Meet them there to help with the PPP. Get about 100 yards into it and decide that this needs snowshoes. Abandon plan A and head off up to Round Valley for a 3 mile stroll. First time H&G have ever been there.

Then back home for a family quiz on Kahoots. What a great idea it is. I expect we’ll be seeing a lot more of this remote interaction over the coming months and years. Probably one of the good things to come out of this PPP.

Keeping up with the yoga every other day. Not resorted to improving my French yet. Who knows I may even start to find time for some reading.

Another no alcohol TV evening, but at least I’ve managed to fix the aspect ratio on the TV so people are no longer so tall and lanky.

Mothers day in England so Wendy gets some lovely posting on Facebook and a great video call with all the kids and grandkids. Sadly Jasper and Beatrix are banished to their bedrooms for being too nosiy and disruptive – good luck with them Fiona over the next 5 months.

Virgin have sent us a schedule change to our flight on the 16th, at least it confirms the flights are still on, but it looks like we’ll have to get up earlier. The least of our first world problems. Now Wendy’s panicking about flying. And the good news is that once we get home we have to self isolate for 14 days, there’s hardly any food in the house and the supermarkets have been stripped by a plague of greedy locust-like scroats.

After lunch we drive down to Kimble for some petrol and then take a walk to Whole foods to try and buy some sultanas – no such luck, no-one seems to know what they are. Then walk up and around the back of Tangier Outlets, a pleasant 3 mile walk in lovely sunshine.

Off to do a lonesome 3 mile hike around Glenwild Loop, at least there’s no snow but the first half of the walk is all uphill, a good workout. Hardly anybody on the walk so no problem with social distancing. Overtake George and Jack about 2/3rd of the way around. A good workout but don’t manage the hallowed 640 calories needed for a bottleof red wine. Before all this pickleball and a daly walk was burning off nearlya 1,000 calories.

In the afternoon go a short walk up to the barn and back with Wendy.

B&M come round for dinner. Wendy does the new recipe lasagna and it’s a great way to do it.

Good company, good food, good wine and some brandy, probably a bit too much.