Flying our flags to celebrate finishing our circumnavigation.

When the tide is out, it seems boats could drop off the edge of the pond.

A spontaneous gathering on the quay side with a glass of bubbly…

….which continued on Avalon, before walking in to Walton for a pizza…

…and pint. Fortunately a dry evening, but walking back to Avalon the heavens opened, and within 5 minutes we were soaked, as was our bed; we’d foolishly left the hatches open!