And then there were eight…

Yesterday, while I was busy enjoying a long transatlantic flight back from England to see the NYC Independence day fireworks, one of the “Twelve” apostles decided to end it all. That must have been a helluva sight. Makes all those sparkly sky bangs and lights seem less impressive – although they seemed quite splendid at the time.

Before I forget, and the jet lag kicks in, thanks to everyone back in England for a great week and a bit. Had a great time driving around the country to fit everyone in, culminating in a dash from Norwich to Liverpool (via Brum), then across to Manchester for John’s wedding. Congratulations to Mr & Mrs Michaelides – a splendid day for two splendid people. Expect photos of all of the above sometime soonish.