The big day dawns and after rain the day before and after, the sun shines for us. Mary & Ivan drive up from London, Elizabeth & Nigel drive in from nearby Steeple Morden to form the celebrants. Mary & Ivan celebrated their 5th in April so it's double happiness!
Having found out what a good idea it is, we hire an 8 seater minibus for our lunch at the Black Horse in Ireland. We didn't have to fly there! It’s a village near Cambridge. The Malcolm sisters and their men plus bridesmaid Elizabeth and Nigel spend a happy afternoon reminiscing on what we can remember about the event itself, with great food, wine and camaraderie all round. A magnificent flower arrangement precedes us and we return to Stotfold with the intention of demolishing the beautiful cake and more champers, but can barely manage to put away any more food and drink.
To wind up our trip, and with rain forecast so not a good day to wander around Cambridge, we head out to find the local brewpub and enjoy a few pints, and some pub grub nibbles (sausage rolls from the oven, and do a few shopping chores.
On the way back, Liz takes us on a tour of old old haunts, my first school, our house with Dad's privet hedge still looking good. Back home, we finish leftover chicken pie and gateau as we are all away the next week. We taste Elizabeth's damson gin, listen to the Proms and start repacking our stuff. We have sent a suitcase on with Mary and hope to leave it in London, thus whittling our travel gear down to one suitcase, two carry on bags and Ted's small backpack.
Having found out what a good idea it is, we hire an 8 seater minibus for our lunch at the Black Horse in Ireland. We didn't have to fly there! It’s a village near Cambridge. The Malcolm sisters and their men plus bridesmaid Elizabeth and Nigel spend a happy afternoon reminiscing on what we can remember about the event itself, with great food, wine and camaraderie all round. A magnificent flower arrangement precedes us and we return to Stotfold with the intention of demolishing the beautiful cake and more champers, but can barely manage to put away any more food and drink.
To wind up our trip, and with rain forecast so not a good day to wander around Cambridge, we head out to find the local brewpub and enjoy a few pints, and some pub grub nibbles (sausage rolls from the oven, and do a few shopping chores.
On the way back, Liz takes us on a tour of old old haunts, my first school, our house with Dad's privet hedge still looking good. Back home, we finish leftover chicken pie and gateau as we are all away the next week. We taste Elizabeth's damson gin, listen to the Proms and start repacking our stuff. We have sent a suitcase on with Mary and hope to leave it in London, thus whittling our travel gear down to one suitcase, two carry on bags and Ted's small backpack.
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