For the next couple of hours we alternated between scoffing the lovely spread Scott and Steve had prepared and taking turns to sit on the balcony and soak in the atmosphere.
The party turned out to be a bit of a Warrington convention with Lorna and her parents (Lorna being ex-Westbrook and her parents being current Westbrook), her brother Dave and his wife Nicola, who, it turned out, went to the same high school as we did, though both now live in New Zealand.
The theme for the evening was "The Time of Our Lives", hence the egg-timer on the side of the bridge, which dropped a red ball every five minutes and turned over 180 degrees at the end of each hour, adding to the enormous sense of anticipation.
And the harbour was full of boats with illuminations, a bit like the trams that run along the seafront in Blackpool but then again, no, nothing like that at all. Some of them were displaying significant years, like 1788 and 1901, and some other years we hadn't the foggiest about.
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