That’s 22 done

Spent most of the day preparing for visitors who arrived just before three and the next pair after four.
Such a fun time. Four of them went to the pub while I did dinner and my SiL played with the baby.
Lovely slow meal chatting and daughter and baby went to bed and we all continued with cheese and biscuits.
Daughter and grandson asleep when we went out to watch the Tar Barrel being carried through the village and then thrown onto the awaiting wood pile. The fire didn’t happen for ages as it was so wet, but finally the flames arrived to a cheer from the crowd.
Back to mine for drinks and cake and bed for around two.