A few days before Christmas hubby and I caught the train down to Warwickshire from London to celebrate my Dad’s 80th birthday.

It was wonderful to see such greenery on such a clear blue day. 

Soon we were bantering like only daughter and Father can do, – he’s giving me stick about putting the light on! – I’m giving it all back!  It is wonderful to see him in such fine form only a few weeks after his open heart surgery. He has to take it gently for a good few weeks yet so the party was as gentle as it could be, just a loving embrace from his family.

We had party food, bubbles and Cake!  And very nice cake it was too.

And later when everyone had left, I took a few snaps of them cuddled up together reminiscing about good times.

Dad is a natural story teller and he can remember his exploits from long, long ago, most of which involve scrumping or why he got the cane!

And how he had to write out a hundred lines “I must not throw projectiles at people in The Blundells” as he’d been caught throwing a snowball at Mum!