We left “63” and Aunty Audrey waved us off. For those who aren’t in the know, Aunty Audrey is Annie’s Mum (and many other people’s Mum for that matter).
Aunty Audrey waves us off
Arrived down South to a champagne send-off courtesy of the Armstrongery complete with a compulsory Sunday dinner with a perfectly cooked uber-helping of roast beef. It turns out that the copious quantity of meat we were happily subjected to was no coincidence. Dave warned us that we would be eating nothing but refried beans for the next 35 days so we feasted on a “last supper” of red meat, roasted, not fried … and cooked only once.