28-Aug-2006 -- I had been lying in my cot one day when I overheard my great uncle Mike mention that he was going to attempt to reach a confluence point in a country called Africa.
As my great uncle can get lost in a tent I suggested (by way of gurgle and smile) that he should perform a practice confluence expedition in England first.
He agreed to my request, and so on the 28th August 2006 we set off from Bristol, on the journey to 52 degrees North, 2 degrees West. Accompanying my great uncle and me, was mummy (Katie) and grand mummy (Lyn).
To be honest I dozed through a lot of the brum-brum journey, and can only really remember Painswick Abbey as a stopping point on the route. Grand mummy asked a monk in the abbey shop how to cook marrow, and hoped afterwards the monk hadn’t taken vows of silence).
After an hour or so of driving we parked the brum-brum about 100 metres from the confluence point. Mummy had fallen asleep during the journey, and was feeling dozy and said that the rest of us could go and have a look at the confluence point.
Great uncle Mike, grand mummy and myself went behind some houses and realised the confluence point lay in a field. Luckily a woman was at the base of the field and said that we could go the part we wanted. She looked at us a bit funny, even though grand mummy Lyn told her why we wanted to go to that part of the field.
My great uncle said he could tell we had reached the confluence point by that funny yellow thing they took a photo of me beside. To be honest I thought reaching a confluence point would be a lot more difficult than this. Within minutes I was getting quite bored and looking forward to my next feed. We headed back towards the car, going a slightly different route, and a big funny animal with a mane and a swishy tail followed grand mummy around, scaring her. I thought that was funny.
We rejoined mummy and went home.
Ajay - 3 months old