Over the coming days, we had several encounters with Paul and company at Abbey Road. The first time, we were standing in our usual spot at the street entrance of the studio, when a cab pulled up in front of us (always cause for anticipation). Out of the taxi came Jimmy McCulloch, lead guitarist of Wings. He was all smiles as he approached, and stopped for a few moments to say hi and make quick small talk. A picture was snapped in a hurry, and then inside he went. It was an unexpected surprise, not the last one we would receive. About ten minutes later, Denny Laine arrived as well, driving his car into the front parking area of the studio. He got out, and we walked a few steps toward him to give him a proper greeting. He remembered seeing us the year before at the offices of Paul's company, MPL (read the post entitled "A Bit More of Flying"), so we stood and chatted briefly before he disappeared inside as well. So far, we were scoring big time and not one of us mentioned the obvious - if these guys were here, Paul would not be far behind. Another ten or fifteen minutes went by, and then the screech of brakes. Paul blew into the parking lot and unfolded himself from the tiny purple Mini Cooper he was driving. From the other side of the car came Linda and Stella, and as they slammed the doors shut, we carefully approached. He gave us a big hello, while Linda and Stella stood beside him. He asked how long we'd been in town and how our trip had been so far (it just got a whole lot better!), and then with a "see ya next time!", they were off. Yes, he would see us next time, no doubt about that! We knew everyone would be inside for hours, so we left knowing we'd return on our way home that night.