Cousteau-Cub was landing at 05:25. This meant an early start. Not for the Gorse Fox, you understand, but for Urban-Cub, Pistol Pete and Miss Ellie. We had jointly agreed that it would be a nice surprise for Cousteau-Cub to be greeted by her new niece. Despite this, the Gorse Fox was up at 05:00 so that he could field any text messages from an unsuspecting Cousteau-Cub if she made contact on landing. The idea was that he could reply, but pass them on to Urban-Cub. In the end, it wasn't necessary.
They were back here soon after 07:00 - obviously travelling just in front of the real traffic build up.
We had a quiet morning as Cousteau-Cub was tired from the flight and still sore from her cracked rib. Urban-Cub and Pistol Pete went home to catch up on some sleep and walk the dog, whilst we looked after Miss Ellie. We managed to get out for a walk with her this afternoon and stopped off at the Poling Station on our way round. (Miss Ellie wasn't allowed to vote as she had no Poling Card and couldn't reach the desk or hold the pencil).