Yesterday
Laurinquë and I had the great pleasure of meeting
Hookbill the Goomba. It was one of the grandest days of my life, Downers really are wonderful people. We didn't talk about the Downs too much, more Doctor Who than anything else; but you really couldn't expect anything very different. Also, I now know that
Hookbill is more than willing to push people (such as myself) into moving trams for his own amusement.

I also learned that
Hookbill is a tea-snob who will ONLY drink Twinings' tea. . . well, mostly. I realised that running into windmills isn't really a very good idea. Furthermore,
Hookbill's brothers are strange blokes.
Lauri and I were greeted with "And who are you on the Barrow-Downs?" I'm guessing from that that this was somewhat of a normal occurrence. . .
Hookbill also made us Jelly Baby milkshakes (which were lovely) and tea (which we drank a lot of).
I should think that pictures will come later, since my mother took five or six of them of all of us together in various places (like Mordor, for instance).