"If we've left any 'catter out let us know."
Er, does arriving just as the ale is running out count?
Dragged the wife along, (after she had done her bit to promote Cajun dance in backwoods Chatham) and I am pleased to say that she is now reconciled to spending a dirty weekend in the woods of Knockholt.
While talking to Streaky Pete, he was reminiscing about his days in the RAF, and recalled landing at the airfield in Knockholt!
Turns out he meant Northolt!
Poor old bugger is losing it I fear, but then he had been at the Old Spiney!