The Laird o'Drumbeg.

.....Drunclecraig forgot to read the script for my birthday clay pigeon shoot and pipped me in the last round to win. He was supposed to let the birthday boy win; and you can see he was wracked with remorse at shooting a near perfect final round to beat me.......but I still love him...

In the evening, The Drumbeg Hotel served up an awesome four courser to family and friends, followed by a 5am finish in the bar (albeit, I served behind the bar for two of the wee sma' hours; great fun)......thanks Dawn and Robin, your relaxed attitude and great hospitality made it a night to remember.

Fay produced one of her legendary 'books of your life' for me. After a quick look, I didn't see it again for hours; family and friends pouring over the messages and images. Fay, thank you.