|This is a typical house in the village of Sandy Lane, about ten minutes from Francis' house.|
|Fifi! What a face!|
|The gap that is missing was enough for three slices. It's seriously rich.|
The following morning we awoke at 5am to get ready for the parade. When we left the house at 7am, it was -9 degrees Celsius and barely light. We all clambered into the family minibus (yes, they actually own a minibus) and set off on the two and a half hour drive to the barracks.
The parade was lovely and Francis did me massively proud. He looked so smart and professional - kind of hard to believe from the Francis I know and love. And he won't even mind me saying it. Needless to say, we were all so proud of him and the journey was well worth it.
|Is Annabel stunningly beautiful?|
|Francis is in the middle at the back.|
After the parade itself, we spent the afternoon in the bar on the barracks, the Memphis Belle, before Francis collected his belongings and returned his rifle to the armoury.
After what seemed like forever, it was time to head back home and we eventually arrived back (courtesy of snow and traffic) at 8pm. Another lovely meal was ready and waiting - a dish called Bean Jar which I believe is of origin in Guernsey - and we headed to bed not long after. I had a lovely weekend with the Osborns and I'm so grateful to have shared such a lovely and important day with a great friend.