Happy birthday, dear Ja-ack!

Today is J's birthday! He's still snoring as I write.

When I gave him his card and present (a courtesy flag of Newfoundland), he said he wouldn't have told me it was his birthday until after breakfast, in case we had a rerun of the pancakes.

For those of you familiar with Swallows and Amazons, there does seem to be a remarkable similarity - Captain Jack and Mate Susan have lots of jolly decent sailing adventures, visit lots of islands, eat lots of pemmican washed down with lashings of ginger beer - oops, wandered into Blytonland, now.

Dinner at the YC - and the smuggled cake was produced, covered in candles. Happy Birthday was sung and a good time was had by all ...

except for the dratted engine.

Later that day: