Days 24-26 (June 30 - July 2) - Macky!

Got to Pen and Stephen's about 4pm and settled in again. Met up with Nathan who just flew over from Toowoomba and Stephen dropped him and I off at a nearby pub to have a drink and catch up. Wandered back to Pen and Stephen's, had dinner and went to bed nice and early in preparation of the next morning.

Woke up at 5am and drove to Heathrow to meet Macky. Macky appeared about 6:30 and we went to head back to Walton when the petrol light came on. Petrol stations in England feel like Atlantis or fairies, everyone has a theory on where they are, how to find them and why noone can find them, but in the end they are next to impossible to come across. After three times stopping to walk around because it felt like the car was about to go dry and getting directions (always different) and Cumu shrieking at us to "turn around when possible" over and over again we finally stumbled across one, paid the obscene price (petrol here is the same as it is in Aus, except in Aus its in dollars not pounds) and got back on our way.

Finally got back and Macky woke up Lewis through the timeless method of spooning before Macky and I drove into town to do some shopping. After acquiring Macky an English phone, both of us some toiletries and all of us some more alcohol and welcoming Macky with a full English breakfast we headed back just before lunch.

Spent the rest of the day, aside from pub lunch, at Pen and Stephen's, catching up, keeping Macky from sleeping and watching Murray lose out of Wimbledon with Kirsty who popped in for dinner and to watch the tennis.

Woke up at 5:30 the next morning (again with the early starts, some holiday!), dressed and dragged Lewis (who is the worst morning person I have ever met) and Macky into the car and, Cumu being surprisingly cooperative, drove to Harwich to get on the ferry to Holland. Got there at 8 (last check in and ETA according to Cumu was 8:15) thanks to me being amazing and Cumu not screwing us around (again) and got security checked. Security guard informed us that because Macky doesn't have a UK passport and hadn't organised a visa he can only stay in mainland Europe for 3 months and complimented us on our choice of scotch and we drove onto the ferry to kill the next 7 hours by playing munchkin, reading in the sun on the deck and having a nourishing lunch of beer and snickers.