Peter's 21st

Today our youngest son Peter, turned 21. Cannot believe the speed of the passing years. Is it really 21 years since our second son obligingly arrived on the day he was due at the right time (early enough for his father to get back home in time for the first F1 Grand Prix of the season) and with a personality that causes a smile in everyone he meets ? His elder brother Richard, travelled down from Bristol and together with sister Lucy, in whose house he lives, we spent the day eating, shopping and laughing. This photo (taken at Harry's in Exeter) took some doing, in every photo preceding this one, someone was doing something untoward until I had to put on my stern Mummy voice and insist on smiles. Even Mr H obliged !