Hello All,

Just have arrived back in the Highlands of Norfolk after the adventure of the Preston Kilt Night. It was quite late when we were finally removed from the pub so John called his lovely wife (She of the Australian Tartan kilt), to come and drive us home. Within minutes she arrived, and whisked us away to our destinations. I was staying in an hotel locally, so I was first out. When I got up to my room, I checked the time - 01:30. No one can say that we didn't have a proper Kilt Night.

I took some pictures as well. Very much the same as the others. Aren't the self timers on these digital cameras fun! Press the button; wait for the countdown; and then you can never tell exactly when the picture is going to be taken. I always find that I end up looking as if I have been hit on the back of the head with a wet kipper.

Anyway here they are:

Self timer - only got back to my seat in time.


Just spotted the number of drinks on the table - they give you fresh glasses every time you buy a drink.


Taken by one of the locals at the gig. We had to get him to stop dancing long enough to take the picture.


Have not yet heard from Phil, but I am sure that he has survived as well or badly as the rest of us.

Regards

Chas