We have just returned from a most enjoyable weekend in Hampshire spent celebrating Vytas' 40th birthday.
We drove down on Saturday, past the last remnants of snow on the mountains and into the balmier climes of the home counties. It took us almost three hours to get to our planned 'half-way' stop at a service station this side of the Severn. It was raining so we sat in the car eating our cream cheese and smoked salmon bagels thinking up dramatic stories about the people hurrying past on their way into the service station. That had started after speculating about the owner of an expensive Merc parked in a disabled space (no blue badge of course). Let's just say I have a vivid imagination and my ideas would have made good film plot lines.
[All the photos in this post are from the party on Saturday evening. Above, the cake made by Sally.]
After our stop we still had a few more hours before arriving at Vytas and Sally's house in Whitchurch. Once we came off the M4 onto the dual carriageways we were surprised by the amount of traffic and the frantic speed at which everyone was driving. And by the number of deep potholes even in the main roads not to mention those in the motorway.
Once we got there we helped load Vytas' car with food and drink for the party which he ferried round to the nearby venue. It was especially good to spend time with Romas before the party. He, along with a number of the other guests were staying at a local pub.
The party was held in a very smart modern community building which includes a library, in Whitchurch. Part of which is built over a stream with a glass panel set in the floor so that you can see the water underneath. There was a well stocked kitchen with everything needed for all sorts of functions and the main hall had an easily moved dividing wall.
(Sally in the green dress and Vytas behind in a green shirt.) Vytas' friends had travelled from all over the country to help him celebrate with family. You wouldn't think it by the way they dress but most of them are scientists. (Or maybe you would.) It was a lovely party as it was more about chatting and having fun so the music was kept in the background until right at the end of the evening.
It was also great to catch up with our friends whom we have known since Rachel and Alex were born.
Later on after the children had been taken home we made a start on clearing up which for some reason included seeing how many helium balloons were needed to lift Vytas' plait. That was after we had played Pass The Parcel which had sweets and silly forfeits for the adults (not adult-themed I hasten to add).
After nearly all the clearing and cleaning had been done and we were waiting for a lady to come and collect the key some of the party goers danced in what I can only describe as a free-style fashion. And why not?
But the evening was not yet over and some of us walked to the nearby very old rabbit -warren style pub. The pub was open late as they had a band playing. Although their audience were obviously enjoying the performance the music was dire and very loud. We quickly opted to sit in the heated outside area to socialise for another hour or so.
I had wondered how we 'the parents', being of an older generation would fit in with Vytas and Sally's friends and if conversation would just be of the polite sort. But to our surprise we had so many things in common especially with the smaller group at the pub. For a start they were all active members of the Sealed Knot (Civil War re-enactment society). We took Vytas to his first muster when he was only 3 months old and were active members for a number of years before we moved out of London so there were plenty of stories to exchange and songs to sing. A couple of the guys at the party were Welsh speakers too so we had fun chatting and singing in Welsh. Vytas' friends are nearly all scientists and after chatting with several of the women (mustn't keep thinking of them as girls) who have had official diagnosis, it seems that most scientist are ND so we had a lot in common.
Clearing up after the party.
More tomorrow.
