Despite the delayed journey back - which, in truth, only ensured we could pack a lot more in - I think Jamie had a quite wonderful time in the place I still proudly call home.
After a short 40 minute hop across the Irish Sea (on a plane little bigger than the toy one he acquired on-board), it was off for lunch with his Granny White and Grandad Derek...
...followed by pudding.
On Friday, we "did" Portrush with Granda White.
And, on Saturday afternoon, Jamie spent some quality time with his gorgeous little cousin Katie.
They got on very well.
In fact, the only real disappointment from my point of view was that, owing to the cold, a smattering of rain and a bout of tiredness, he didn't see much of the actual racing at the North West 200.
Maybe next year he'll hang around for just a teeny bit longer.
Great action Shot (The last one)
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