Bobby, Nego & The Photo Bomber (not)

A trip to Bray it is today. Pressie swap routine. It's the first time I've done it with Mrs Tuttle as she normally goes with her sister or her sister goes with Tuttle Jnr. So it was nice to get away for a night. The Irish sea was rough as feck (wave clapping against the KEEL of the ferry, windows well & truly rinsed and a rope dangled on portside wacking like mad against the windows).So you could imagine how much joy the younger ones were having, with their sick bags. I thoroughly enjoyed my full cooked Stenna breakfast and generally chilled out for the rest of the journey. The the sun come out in full glory when we arrived in Dublin. Aces.

We picked up Uncle Tommy's ashes on the way and scattered them into the Irish sea off the rocky harbour in Bray. 

This shot was taken in the Hibernia Inn on the sea front of Bray, where we had a late lucnh. Bobby & Nego insisted on having their photo taken and funnily enough the guy, who we do not know decided NOT to bomb the photo. And succeeded, despite being a tad obvious. However, I am VERY convinced he is related to Yesska as his hair is identical. But then again my hair used to be thick 'n' curly (but not blonde).
Anyway, we had an awesome turkey/ham roast meal deal thing and tried Wolf beer for the first time. Had a great time chatting taking pics and generally taking the p!ss.
Popped over to see (Mrs Brown) an old family friend Eila afterwards and enjoyed vodka & red lemonade.
And eventually crashed out at Penelope's for drinks 'n' food. 


Fooked.