There was a cool-box by his side, and he pulled out a bottle of champagne.
'This calls for a celebration, don't you think, girls?'
Me and Riley got out the wine glasses we had packed earlier, and he popped the cork with a flourish, the noise echoing in the wide space, before pouring us all a glass of the fizzy liquid.
'Are you going to propose a toast, Uncle?' said Riley, smiling.
He paused, thinking. 'Good idea. Let's raise our glasses and be thankful that we made it this far. We have your mother to thank for that.'
Daddy frowned for a second as he looked at both of us. Then his face cleared.
'Cheers!'
We clinked glasses and downed our drinks. Daddy topped us up again and this time we sipped.
'So, Uncle,' Riley said, fixing Daddy with a hot look, 'As fun as it was to suck your big
