Biggin Hill

I can’t take credit for this, it’s my photo of the poster at Biggin Hill airport.

After a sunny dog walk to a wallowing pond, Martin and I headed to Biggin Hill airport cafe for a leisurely lunch watching the arrivals and departures. Martin bought a pilot teddy bear for Jesse.

Then we went to grandson Jesse’s naming ceremony, a non religious Christening. Guide parents were appointed, speeches made. It was a lovely afternoon.

I met the little girl who fell in love with Nigel (the bear I dressed for Jesse) and to whom I gave Nigel’s wife (now named Nancy).

Her mum is one of the guide parents. I had a good chat with her grandmother too.