It all comes together - will they come?

	Friday I got up at 6.45 to go and pick the mythical American Mr Saranto up from the airport. A quick recce had proved terminal 3 to be mog friendly so I went, only 20 miles. 7.45 and I pull in - a crazy dude with a poncho waves and rolls up - "bugger me, he's real".
	We go back to the normal farm, and bond on the way. Let him drive round the farm and then go buy beer. Off to drop supplies at mogstock farm as the mog has no storage.
	Back for the mog and getting to the farm! We arrive and go set up some signs, have a few beers. John retires and I wander round wondering if anyone will arrive.
	One false alarm as someone arrives and asks for the caravan festival. I'm tempted to invite them in for a giggle but don't. Then they arrive! First Mark in his U1600 Ag....
	....and then others.
	By 8 pm we are about 15 people strong (4 mogs and two others), with a fire and lots of beer. It was a late night.