Having given the chauffeur the day off, Sir Charles and Lady Barbara have to drive the Rolls Prius themselves all the way to the airfield from the country estate, forgoing a bit of grouse shooting, in order to meet the family from down-under (the Australian Melbourne).
Information at the airfield suggests that their aeroplane is exactly on time:
but it still seems to take forever for anyone to appear from customs.
Eventually two familiar faces appear through the doors, having been released by the customs officers, dragging several massive trunks behind them:
Memo to self: "Don't try to take photos while running!"
Returning to the garage we compare the Rolls' boot with the trunks and decide that we either need another Rolls or fewer relatives.
George says 'rubbish' and gives one of the trunks a mighty kick and it squeezes in somehow, never to be got out again. All the rest gets piled between Wanda and Lady Barbara in the back, preventing them from getting the champagne out of the cooler, and we set off for the wilds of the Frome Valley where the Brojer estate runs down to the river.
Information at the airfield suggests that their aeroplane is exactly on time:
Eventually two familiar faces appear through the doors, having been released by the customs officers, dragging several massive trunks behind them:
Returning to the garage we compare the Rolls' boot with the trunks and decide that we either need another Rolls or fewer relatives.
George says 'rubbish' and gives one of the trunks a mighty kick and it squeezes in somehow, never to be got out again. All the rest gets piled between Wanda and Lady Barbara in the back, preventing them from getting the champagne out of the cooler, and we set off for the wilds of the Frome Valley where the Brojer estate runs down to the river.
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