New Years Eve was a very
relaxed affair at Beacon Farm, once the animals were tended to, and the evening
began with homemade pizza.
There were six of them for
pizza, Katie Harrison, her daughter Nikki, the Archer brothers, the gentle
giant George Wood, and shepherdess, Hazel Stock.
The pizza was excellent,
washed down with a liberal quantity of wine, apart from Hazel who didn’t drink.
As the evening wore on the
Trivial Pursuit appeared to universal acclaim, and they split up into three
teams, the Harrison’s, the Archer’s, and George and Hazel, the latter naming
themselves Woodstock to a chorus of laughter.
After about two hours, and
with Harrison’s winning, Nikki fell asleep on the sofa beside Sam and took no
further part, which left Katie at a distinct disadvantage because Nikki had
been answering most of the questions.
Just after midnight Hazel
called it a day and went off to her bed leaving all three teams needing only
one cheese, and that was how it remained at 2 o’clock.
“I think we had better
declare it a draw” George said.
“Good idea” Sam said, “Honour’s
even.”
“Happy days” Katie slurred
and took a drink, most of which went down her chin.
“Now it’s bedtime” she said
wiping her mouth on her sleeve.
It was a very different New
Years Eve at Cliff Haven, where Molly and Danny spent much of the day preparing
the food for the Buffet Lunch on the next day, while his brother Sam, took his
wife Emma, and their three boys, on a long yomp up to Beacon Rock to give Molly
some space to get on and to wear the boys out.
It was called Beacon Rock,
because a beacon was built on the rock to warn of the impending arrival of the
Spanish Armada, but it was never lit, due to the fact, that the weather was so
bad that the sentry’s couldn’t see past the end of the island let alone a fleet
of ships
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