We say goodbye to Steve today as he flies back to Sydney to complete the last leg of his holiday.
He's been the perfect travelling companion - always happy to get his round in, good at building campfires and handy with a map when Wend's navigation has gone awry. He cheats at cards mind you and the chronic flatulence does grate after a while.
Once we've packed him off to the airport we gatecrash the celebrations for Scott's Mam's birthday. Judy is a sprightly 81 today and we toast her health with a few beers while tucking in to a steak dinner.
Scott's dad, Harry, regales us with tales of what he got up to during his 7 years in the UK. It sounds like he managed to live in north, south, east and west London, working in increasingly unlikely jobs as he went. He escaped the capital only briefly, to tread the boards as a Butlin's redcoat in Wales.
Never a dull moment when Harry's around I suspect...Hi-Di-Hi!
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