Wemberly, Wemberly....

Ok. Not the best ever England match, but, a win is a win, especially considering how we fared against the last small island we played.

It was as a surprise for Jonathan who was eighteen last Tuesday. We'd managed to keep the destination as surprise. He thought he was heading for a day at grandma's. Managed to keep it secret right up to the point we left home. I let the cat out of the bag in an unthinking unguarded moment when he decided to bring his homework. Like the dope I am I told him he wouldn't be wanting to take it into the ground. Still, he was right happy at where he was going.
Took a coach down. Parked right under the stadium. Getting out is taking a little longer but it takes the hassle out of the journey.