Anglicanised!

We finally get to the reason for this trip back to the motherland: Pete's Christening.  Family members came from far and wide, some from outside Somerset, with others flying in from as far afield as Wales!  Pete's Grandma masterminded the whole thing, with his Grandad taking the service, and his Mum spent a couple of days beforehand doing the baking.  All in all, a swell family party.

Pete meets his Granny and cousins for the first time.  An overwhelming experience.

The Hammonds believe that cheesy Wotsits count as a vegetable.

A boy in a dress!  It's a British tradition.

Representing his multi-national nature.

Hannah: she bakes, she serves, she produces children...

Lynne, my most favourite babysitter in the whole world when I was little, shows that she still has the touch with Davies babies.

Aunty Liz loads up (both plates are for her).

My Godson, Freddie, got creative with the colouring pens.  His father Mark looks on, before suggesting a season overseas might "straighten him out".

Luckily the pens were washable.  Anyway, here's Pete with his future Welsh rugby teammates.

Another day, another church.  This morning in Hannah's parents' church in Colehill.

The cousins.  Has Isobel overtaken our little one in weight again?  Time to up the solid calories.

Grandad and baby.

The six cousins together.  If the devil stuck his head up now...