We had a delicious meal in The Lamb pub, with lots of Frome locals who have known me since before I was born. It's always disconcerting to chat to people who have previously changed your nappies, but I had a great time catching up and didn't even need to make a speech. Then it was a drive down to Woking - passing Stonehenge, no less - ready for our appointment with the US Embassy (and destiny) tomorrow.
The cakes, lovingly crafted by Emily and Hannah.
All gathered upstairs at the pub.
Welsh cakes! Though not as good as Grandma's.
After yesterday, which included four speeches from various family members, Dad took the responsibilities and kept it short and sweet. The bottle was to tap to get people's attention, not to calm his nerves...
Birthday girl, taking the biggest cupcake of all.
