Again, we do not have a letter for 1984. Blue Anchor Bay sounded idealic, but when we saw the beach at low tide, all we saw was acres of mud. What a disappointment.
However, there are always memorable moments. One of this year's occurred one evening when we were dining in a pub garden. Jonathan decided he wanted some milk. Following some gentle persuasion, Jerry managed to get the barman to give him his last drop. It was also Jerry's round, so having bought the round and with the precious milk also on a tray, he set off back to the table. He didn't quite judge the steps on his way as well as he might, and ”Crash”! Down went all the drinks. Jerry picked himself up and was Ok, but had froth from the beer over his beard to add to his general frustration. Why are such things mildly amusing? We tried not to laugh – honest.
