Well, we're home again from Orange County. The local airport - John Wayne - is an interesting one. The pilot explained that, to stop people complaining about noise, the take-off was a little "nonstandard" and involved keeping the brakes on, revving the engines as high as they'll go, letting the brakes off and flying up at as steep an angle as possible. And that's what he did! It was all quite exciting.
Anyway, many thanks to Jim, Gen, and Frankie for their hospitality over the last few days. We said an emotional goodbye at a diner (between mouthfuls of food).
You're making me get in the car again?
The best diners in California, but sadly only the southern bit. Going to a Ruby's while staying with Jim and Gen is something of a traditional pilgrimage.
Come on James, you always order the same thing! A burger, bottomless fries, and a black cherry milkshake.
The view from our dining table.
Hannah faces off against an ostrich at a bizarre petting zoo we walked past. That's all there is to say about this picture really...
