Back in June we celebrated Harry’s birthday with a family meal under the oak tree.
We supped on all of his favourites and stayed up late into the night chatting and drinking port in the cool evening air.
But like any good princess, Harry had two parties this year!
This weekend we celebrated again, in a slightly less civilised fashion.
It all started nicely enough.
Harry’s friends arrived in the late afternoon. We went for a walk, hulled hundreds of strawberries.
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Grabbed drinks from the bar and roamed the grounds in search of shady spots to sit and chat.
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All my jewels are Silver May pieces on a long chain
I think it’s safe to say Monty had a good time!
^ The most popular game at any country knees up!
You take it in turns to hit your nail with the wrong end of the hammer. The first person to completely nail their nail, wins… and everyone else finishes their drink.
Phoebe and I like to play a much more lethal version. Two hammers, two nails, someone yells “go!” and we just race (none of that taking turns malarky!) It’s always furious, there’s lots of shouting and it invariably ends up with a shrieking Pheebs having to finish her drink, in fits of giggles.
At supper time we all moved into one of the barns, which we had stuffed to the gills with candles, tables and benches.
Even Hector had a spot on the seating plan!
H gave a little speech and we all tucked in.
Two terrifying dinner ladies offered up seconds.
After we’d all eaten our fill of mum’s world famous lasagna, the drinking games started.
As did the singing.
But when Wagon Wheel:
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Came on, it all descended into madness. Everyone took to their chairs for a belting rendition of the Bob Dylan classic.
And there we stayed for a few more numbers.
But of course it was Harry who beckoned us all to the dancefloor with his signature moves.
It was one hell of a party.
We all danced late into the night, before sitting and telling stories by the fire… and then popping back in for another little boogie or two.
Couples paired off, one set even stayed up until sunrise before falling asleep in a bath! (You know who you are!)
It was so lovely to get Harry’s friends together for a evening of silliness to show him just how much he means to us.
He organised a great shindig, but it’s worth remembering;
Behind every great man is his girlfriend, giving him the support he needs…
Happy Birthday H!
