Unexpected

We were on our way back from a super outing with Miss Millie and Mr Watson when our path was closed by the marshals of what turned out to be an unofficial version of a previously official calendar event for motorcyclists.

There were hundreds of them, some dating back to the Second World War. Quite a sight to see.

Home in time to prepare for our afternoon out. Lunch at Mike’s before the Last Night of the Proms, on a Sunday afternoon.

The music was fabulous, the soprano outstanding, and lots of nonsense in between. Arnie particularly enjoyed the wee challenge of a blown up brown paper bag, smacked at just the right time with a thousand or so other bags, to create the canons for the 1812 overture. Quite effective, but maybe you had to be there to appreciate it.

The Irish dancers were an unexpected but superb addition.

What a great day it’s been.