Dave wakes me with a cup of tea at around ten. I’m not feeling that bad, considering, now I recall the Lagavullin.
The kids look pretty rough when they come downstairs. Andrew just lies on the settee, staring into space. Alexei looks a bit livelier.
“Fancy a Red Barrel, Lexie.”
“I’ll take that as a maybe.”
“It’s a no, dad.”
I can’t get anything to come out of the barrel. So I have one of the unlabelled rye beers Henry brought.
Andrew isn’t up to a bacon sandwich. Just as well, as there’s only enough bacon for two.
“How do you want your bacon, Lexie? Black or really black.”
“Honestly dad can you shut up with that black shit. It isn’t funny.”
David is cooking a traditional Sunday lunch: jerk pork. Thankfully only using scotch bonnet peppers, not the insanity pepper the kids tried yesterday.
Henry arrives around one and helps me chock up the barrel. Brilliant! Another pint of Red Barrel for me.
Alexei has livened up a bit and gets himself a pint as well.
“Dare of the hog, Alexei?” Alexei doesn’t get what he means.
The meal is dead traditional: jerk pork, rice and peas, roast parsnips and salad. Traditionally Jamaican, I mean. Though the last two seem to have wandered into the wrong party. The pork is pretty hot, as I like it. The kids don’t seem to mind. Then again, they were chewing insanity pepper yesterday. This probably tastes pretty mild to them.
We arranged to see Henry and Dexter in the Cock Inn after lunch. Sorry, Chesters after lunch. Why do they change pub names?
When we arrive Henry and Dexter are sitting outside with pints.
“Do you want another?” I ask politely.
“I’ll have another Sharp’s Atlantic.” Dexter replies. Henry has to pass, as he’s driving.
The Atlantic runs out after the first pull. Leaving Doom Bar as the only cask choice. That won’t bother the kids, as they’re both on the cider again. The food seems to have livened them up a bit.
I can only stay for a couple. We’ve a taxi booked for 17:00.
We haven’t bothered turning up that early. Only an hour or so before boarding. It’s a pretty small airport. And not many people are around.
I get myself a couple of whiskies during the flight. Just to round off the holiday. The kids seem to have enjoyed themselves. And why wouldn’t they, with all the free beer and cider they got?
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