Family meals at Hannah's now require furniture moving to accommodate all eaters, as well as an entire fatted calf. Then, because we didn't feel we'd eaten quite enough, we also popped into Gordon Ramsay's restaurant in London, where my highlight was a poached egg inside ravioli! Simple tastes. We also got to see what a three Michelin star kitchen looks like (lots of people) and famous head chef Clare Smyth was in there. No Gordon, to Hannah's disappointment; she wrote her business school admission essay about him, and might have assaulted/proposed to/kidnapped him had he actually been present.
We made our way irresistibly towards Heathrow via Ian, Ellen, and Meg in Woking. Who needs Michelin stars when Ellen serves such great British sausages? That's the one thing I really miss from the mother country. We even got to do something that we HAD to do in Britain: watch the new Bond film.
And that's it! Thank you to everyone who looked after us so kindly, and sorry not to have seen more people. We'll be back in May when our flight will include a screaming baby. Which airline has the most liberal free drinks policy?
Ah, beautiful Weymouth.
Meal one, at Prezzo's. We took up most of the restaurant.
Meal two, at Hannah's parents'.
Child and animal labour.
Visiting the parents' new house.
Almost ready.
Civilised morning coffee in Blandford Forum.
Uncivilised reading.
The older generation.
The next generation.
As we won't be home for Christmas we decided to celebrate early.
In a garden centre!
Not a creature was stirring, not even...
Wow, so realistic! This is actually the culmination of a long quest to see "Santa and his real reindeer".
But Santa is still not in.
Out for dinner in Woking.
Bangers and mash!
Gorgeous Meg, growing up, losing teeth, and off to school.
