I’ve been busy finalising arrangements for the Big Trev Trip next month – a weekend at the Mill in Yarmouth on the Isle of Wight on Trev’s birthday (or as close as we could book it) for almost 40 people who knew him and will be particularly missing him on his birthday.

Think of it as a massive group therapy session.

With alcohol.

Actually, no, don’t think of it like that.  It’s not a therapy session: it’s a celebration.  We plan to be doing exactly what Trev would have been doing on his birthday – which is laughing, drinking and behaving foolishly till the wee small hours of the morning.

The idea to do the trip hit me very soon after Trev’s death; even though it was months yet until his birthday I foresaw that it would be a tough time for us all.  What I didn’t foresee was how tricky it would be to chase people down for the money.  People were still contacting me last night to ask if it was too late to get a place (and, seeing as it was a dear old friend of Trev’s, I relented and let him come – although heaven only knows where he’s going to sleep!)

The Mill, Isle of Wight
The Mill, Yarmouth, Isle of Wight

This is where we’re staying – a huge, beautiful rambling old barn of a place called, simply, The Mill.  We have happy memories of staying there on a number of occasions years ago: a huge group of rumbunctious twenty-somethings… So rumbunctious, in fact, that we weren’t able to go back after one particularly rumbunctious weekend that involved face painting, beer-can golf, eccentric millionaires and a guitar on fire…

Still, all that’s behind us now.  We’re older and marginally more sensible…

Rich has just discovered that the car ferry over to the Isle of Wight is outrageously expensive (a super-cheap bonus return ticket, booked far in advance, is still almost £100!).  He’s trying to warn people to book now, but without much success, it would seem.

It’s not a problem for the Lovely Melanie and myself – we don’t own a car and have first class train tickets to Lymington, where the ferry leaves from.  Yeah, we’re going down in style – and we’re not taking the girls with us, either.  They’re going to be staying with Grandma and Granddad – which, coincidentally, is where they are at the moment.

Grandma sent us some photos of them naked at bathtime last night.

Naked except for a shower cap.

Amby naked except for a shower cap and on the toilet.

That’s our girls. 🙂


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