It was, of course, held by the lovely Z, who may appear as the last letter of the alphabet but is assured in her position as the first lady of Blogging. Here she is with her Grandfather and Mrs Rine with a beam.
There was a great bunch of bloggers there, although some had not been able to attend. "Girl with a One track Mind" was apparently playing with her train set layout and JonnyB was at a book signing at "The Works". Scarlet Blue was in bed with a swelling and Macy had a few logistical issues. Christopher (old "Three Puds") was at least able to join in the fun on a live video link from his Medieval Castle in the Dordogne once his butler had mastered the technology. Many of my photos were strangely blurred but here's a nice one of prolific blogger Sir Bruin bearing up post-pudding whilst his winsome wife Liz smiles demurely like Rebecca Brooks at the Leveson enquiry.
There were Witches, Pixies, Armouries, Leggies, Larges and Smalls in abundance, and all the ladies were swooning (and some of the men, to be candid) at the gorgeous Dave who had appeared to wow the assemblage with his stunning good looks and rippling muscles. "Smoke me a Kipper", he said as he dashed off early to set up a 100 mile bike ride the following day with Roses growing on him. What a guy!
But the real star highlight of the proceedings came just after the fabulous five course lunch when the Sage appeared with a chick in his hands. He deftly popped her on the table as we sipped our coffees and Mig looked on in astonishment:
He proceeded to hyptonise this little bird with gentle hand movements like a cross between the Horse Whisperer and Dr Doolittle. He has such a way with the chicks.