a bit later we were in some funny cave on a little train where a man with a verrry odd voice kept mentioning the name of some famous drink or other with little bubbles in it while big bunches of grapes and bottles and pictures swung out of the walls . . . Mummy and Daddy laughed quite a lot on the train ride and even more after we came out and they had some of the bubbly stuff. Mummy seemed to prefer the pink one . . . I liked this funny guy in the white suit playing piano and singing "you must remember this . . ." 

Some of it was bit big girl oriented though. Maybe that's why uncle john went for glass of something less watery instead . .

. . and mummy . . . 

. . . so did I . .  

what a 'mazing place Normandy is. they built a big concrete building (where hitler did much the same with giant jacks) and then stuffed it with expensive live fishies right opposite the local chippies . . . and why not? Nemo seemed to like it . . . 

and a few minutes after that . . . 

. . .and a few minutes after that . . . 

just 24 hours later . . . 

i think we were all wondering what sort of garden we'd come up with in brisso . . . 

that's england from the back seat in the ferry apparently. mummy and daddy drank warm lager from a plastic pint glass to celebrate . . . 

this is daddy and me feeling a bit cheerful on the ferry. . . I think . . . maybe the prospect of sun, summer, champagne and 4 weeks on the road wasn't exactly uppermost in our minds. . .  

After a few adventures with lawyers, trains, completing house sales and mad bank people who seemed to make daddy very cross, we all made it to Dover in good style where uncle john was waiting in some very fine braces and corduroys to whisk us off to france and beyond in a big car that started off by parking inside a boat!. He tells a good story,and it looks like mummy liked this one a lot . . . 

daddy went for one of those walks you read about at the beginning of books with no pictures where the man says "I'll be back" or something else Clint-like . . . he took a picture instead . . . Pretty colours, eh? 

here I am saying goodbyee! Bong! Bong! Bong! 

Mummy and Daddy decided that Walnut Tree Walk was just toooo empty after everything was boxed up - so we stayed in the Marriott County Hall Hotel for our last night in London - looking out at that pesky clock I've been listening to all my life!