In Hampshire hurricanes are rare, but you would be forgiven for not believing it yesterday. Susie and I had promised the boys that we would go and see a big ship. They are currently obsessed with pirates and tall ships.
A quick drive to Greenwich reminded me that the Cutty Sark was being refurbished and had no masts. OOOOOOOPS.
The boys were distraught so we decided to take a trip to Portsmouth to see HMS Victory. It was windy, as the picture above will testify. There is a lot to see at the Royal Dockyards, more than a day’s worth with two small boys in tow, but the ticket allows you to leave and complete the trip at some point within a year. What a great idea, why don’t more paying attractions do the same.
The drive home was slow, very slow. Dark, windy and rainy meant that the trip was going to take much longer than planned so we stopped off for pizza in Petersfield. I mention it because the staff at the Pizza Express (who were clearly getting ready for a busy New Year’s Eve) were so good with the boys.
Above and beyond the call of duty.
We decided on a family evening with Mum and Dad at home. There were so many fireworks going off at midnight it sounded like the first day of the Somme, too much Champagne and rich food meant a sore head this morning.