My girlfriend goes off to see some friends for a sort of birthday party - which turns into a "mine are bigger than yours" competition. "You should have been there" she says when I go to collect her. If only.
At mid-day we leave Gibraltar and head for Luton airport where the great adventure started all those years ago.
At the crack of dawn we leave London and head for Norwich.
In the early afternoon we drive to Manchester in our hire car via Nottingham which is famed for its pretty girls. But not today. At some point we cross an interesting bridge.
I spend all day wandering about while my girlfriend takes photos of the flowers that bloom in the Spring time.
Off to Middlesborough with a pretty friend of ours to see the Transporter Bridge which, of course, is closed because of
high winds. Ah, well.
We console ourselves with calling in at Betty's in Harrogate on the way back.
We drop the hire car off and fly to Jersey "Very clean - I'm here 'til Thursday" to quote my favourite philosopher, Shrek.
We stay in the Liberty Apartments which are supposed to overlook the harbour. Which it does - sort of. More honestly, they could have sold it to us on "it overlooks the bus sheds". Don't you just love bus sheds?
Car parking is a pain - you have to buy special cards and then take a degree in Car Park Payment Systems from one of our newer universities.
Jesrsey has its own currency and like Gibraltar, features a tarted up Queen - but why no blond hair and huge cleavage?
The cretins who stay here at £150 per night seem incapable of walking round their flats without letting internal doors slam - which they do with the sound of pistol shots. It is like being on the Western Front. Unlike General MacArthur "I shall NOT return"