Times in Tonbridge

Hi guys! Left is dad's band, Bloco Fogo. You can see dad in the middle row, second in front the right. Their next gig is this Saturday when they'll be playing at Maidstone River Festival. Right is Dad and Yorgi in the front garden.

Last night Dad, a girl from the band and I went to a local pub to listen to a jazz trio. They were fab. What a way to spend an evening; a pint of Bombadier and good jazz. After my second pint, it dawned on me that I was the driver and the only one drinking. Woops.

Life In Merry Old (wet) England

To all my friends on Skopelos, we are not underwater here in Tonbridge. My hike this morning was undertaken in trainers and wasn't even wet underfoot. Lucky we seem to be as there are a lot of poor sods who are not so fortunate.

Yesterday, Dad's Bloco Fogo band played at a do organised by a local animal rescue farm near Biggin Hill. It was so wonderfully English: games for the kids, a beer tent, candy floss, doggie events, second hand stalls, bee keepers and patchwork/spinning tents, chainsaw sculptors! Plus all the visitors with their dogs. Yorgi was so overwhelmed, he just wanted to go back to the car. He'd never seen so many dogs! After seeing the umteenth notice about YOUR DOG COULD DIE IF YOU LEAVE IT IN YOUR CAR! I went back and rescued Yorgi from..... nothing....and sitting on a bail of hay, we watched dad play with his band. The audience was somewhat... dry.