GAH!!! Just managed to totally lose everything I wrote for this entry! ARGH!
Went out to Bodmin Airfield to watch Lynsey finally take to the skies and use her flying lesson that she got given for her birthday last year. BTW bear in mind that this year’s birthday was on Monday!
*Happy Birthday Baby Prout!* xxx
Drove out to Sherrill to meet Lyns, Nicky and her mum and was amused to find her dad deliberating over whether or not he could spare the time from his highly important pottering and meddling to go watch his youngest pilot a plane. Lyns’ face was a picture. Finally he decided that he would come along and we all squeezed into his car and set off.
Hee, Lyns actually seemed more interested in eating her dad’s chocolates than flying but certainly looked happy sat in the cute red plane before take off.
While Lyns got away from her folks for an hour we went and ate a meal in the club room and had hot drinks. Heh, Nicky’s dad is incorrigible! You can’t take him anywhere. At the strip they only have a tiny cafe which pretty much opened just for us and served light snacks. However, Senor Sprout wanted Roast Dinner. Couldn’t believe it when he kept muttering “Is this all they do?” as he scanned the menu, and then asked the lady if there was “another menu?” and when hearing her answer to be no, asked her if she could do him a Roast anyway! Heh. In the end he had to make do with Scampi and Chips!
Lyns returned from her aerial jaunt over South Devon and Cornwall (she got to fly over her farm) and tucked straight back into the chocolates again. Heh.
On the way back to the farm Papa Prout decided to stop off to get something from the plumber’s merchant. He disappeared off into the shop and left his keys in the ignition. Lynsey immediately jumped into the driver’s seat and took off down the road. She hid the car behind some garden supplies a little way off and we all sat and giggled when he re-emerged. *snigger*
Back at the farm Nicky’s industrial sewing machine was delivered and I also stayed to hear the demonstration. It’s cool!
I’d left my car back at Sherrill so had to get a lift back across with Nicky’s dad in his Landrover when he went. Oh Jesus! I’m glad I managed to unearth the seatbelt socket from beneath the mounds of farm dirt and equipment as I am not convinced that the passenger door closed properly. Clung onto it tightly the entire way just in case it did decide to fling open en route!
And, no, he still can’t get my name right! 😉