Guernsey

Lou, Dexter (cutest and most well behaved kid in the world) and Will. They were in London for barely 3 days and managed to squeeze in a coffee or 3 with us. Best coffee in London!!! Finally!!! (Flat White cafe in Soho for those of you playing at home)

Regents Canal, London. Lots of Longboats. We ride along this on our way to Camden.

Peg looking particularly sporty next to Camden Lock. Right in the middle of Camden markets. We earned our beers and goat curry. There is much dodging of punks here. We didn't have enough piercings to fit in.

Crazy boat with a crazy windmill for propulsion in St. Peter Port, Guernsey. Apparently this guy doesn't win many races.

Us shopping for our uber-yacht.

Peg in front of the Guernsey Lock. Not as freaky as Camden. Fair share of freaks, but more in-bred, less punk.

One of the beaches on Herm, one of the Channel Islands. No cars allowed here. Beautiful place. If you can believe it (we can't!), this is still technically the UK. Even though it's closer to France, the UK "own" it. We even got sunburnt. LOVED it!!!

Icy cold water, but it's been a while since our feet have felt anything but shoes.

Drew is LOVING the sunshine!

Same beach on Herm.

Peg's not so sure of the temperature of the water. We didn't bring/need swimwear. Swimming wasn't an option.

Peg somehow developed an even suntan... ..."even" with the V-neck and capped sleeves.

Showing off that there is blue sky in the "UK".

Topless bathing...

Brother and sister together again.

Fire twirling Camille style.

Fire twirling Drew style. Significantly less style...

The main man, Camille's boyfriend Ken. Best house on Guernsey. Barbecue cooker extraordinare. We do love our bbqs.

Believe it or not, Drew has to get up tomorrow at 4am to do a walk with Camille for charity.

Ken stoking up the chiminea.

Yes, another hour another beer... or 4.

Camille, too, has to get up at 4am.

Celebrating the ever-diminishing volume of sleep each shall be enjoying.

But isn't it worth getting up for? Respective partners Ken and Pauline are still sound asleep, missing all this!!! Surprisingly, they weren't in the slightest bit concerned!

In their sexy Itex shirts upon completion of our race. They had finished long before everyone else... Because they dropped out before halfway, as planned.

As always, when they get together, they try to hurt each other. This time, drowning the other was the mission. Off Sark, another Channel Island.

Lunch in the bay at Sark. For the dads- yacht was 35 feet long, we were in 2.3m of water, wind was 2 knots, tide was rising, we had 10m of anchor chain out... it's midnight, and we're wearing sunglasses.

The neck seperating Sark from "Little Sark". There are lots of bikes here, however you have to get off your bike to ride across this bit. Apparently the handrail is a recent addition.

The 3 stooges... Peg insists that Drew is Curly.

Looking down towards the bay from the road on Sark. Since when did Sailing involve walking up steps???!!! The yacht we sailed in on is on the far left.

Looking towards France from Sark.

Looking towards England from Sark!

On the harbour wall of St. Peter Port, Guernsey

The "Little Chapel". Built by a guy way back when, and top-to-toe with Mosaic. Very strange. yet amazing.

Close-up of one of the ceilings.

More mosaic.

Little Chapel from the outside. I reckon give me an arvo and a few thousand pieces of Lego and I'll have a crack at it...

What better way to end our visit than with a wrestling match.

The day after we got back we went and saw Pete Murray. Funnily enough, pretty much the entire audience (At Shepherd's Bush Empire) were from the same country as him!!! It was Uber. Nothing like a dose of home when you're so far away. Shepherd's Bush is really "Little Australia" and is where you go for Australia Day, Missy Higgins and State of Origin games.

Camping in Edinburgh in SUMMER!

Drew was very excited to receive a gift from Mum Griffiths, consisting entirely of "imported" Australian Darrel Lea licorice!!!

Not much needs explaining here. We were late, so missed the opening act. The people we had to barge past to get to our seats weren't too pleased to see us. Crazy show- only thing in London to start on time!

Ken specifically insisted "No singing me 'Happy Birthday' in the restaurant, or any candles or anything". Camille interpreted this as "Please bring me a cake and give me lots of attention", which included a cake with a candle. Poor Ken.

Mmmm, Wheatgrass Juice... First ever time. Let's see how we go...

As you can see, Drew didn't mind it, but Peg thought it was absolutely disgusting, and couldn't care less about the recommended "Five-a-day".

Wheatgrass in its natural habitat. Its only known predator is the hippie.

Carrying on a proud Luks tradition of popping Easter Egg foil. Try it.

Thought we'd duck on up to Newcastle. Not Newcastle with beaches and sun and surf and good things... Newcastle Upon Tyne, England! The real Newcastle's historical namesake.

Camping... Scotland style!!! You read right- it is Summer!!! Peg vouches she has never been this cold in her entire life, however Drew remembers a certain morning standing outside of Stanstead airport in December at -10 degrees. Drinking hot tea was better than cold beer. Although we did force ourselves to keep hydrated on the beers.

Chris, Peg, Emile, Ally. Peg didn't leave her post very often. Loch Rannoch was our location.

Peg emerging from the shelter. When nature called, we battled against it for as long as we could.

There wasn't much movement at the station for most of the weekend, unless it was a move to throw another sausage on the barbie!

Sunshine!!! Drew attempting a Beckham Banana kick from the beach. However, similarly to England, it was all over before it had begun.

Fence. To keep the mutton in. Luckily for them our sausage supply held out for the weekend.

This photo doesn't show it that well, but there is snow on them thar mountains.

View across Loch Rannoch. This was our weather forecast. Way more accurate than the weather man.

Did have some beautiful sunsets.

Time was around 11pm. Sun rose again about 4 hours later.

Ally and Chris asked if there was anything we particularly wanted to see in Scotland. We did want to see Castle Menzies- a castle on Drew's mum's side of the family- however we had no idea where it was. However it turns out it was 20 minutes from where we were camping, so we dragged our unwashed bodies through for a look at Drew's Castle. Despite Peg's vain attempts at free entry, the doorkeeper was unmoved by our plight. They had no idea who they were dealing with.

Even Drew's ancestors were cyclists! Didn't find any 18th century Lycra though.

Drew's ballroom. Where he holds his balls.

A view out to Drew's countryside. We were almost mobbed when we leaned out the window and told our farmers to work harder.

Drew coming down from one of his turrets.

Drew's very proud of his castle. Peg can't wait to move in!