The Christening

The day was beautiful, Chloe was gorgeous in her beautiful christening gown made by her great-grtandmother, Joyce Ogilvie. Pershore Abbey is just lovely. Google it for some great pictures and it's history. We weren't allowed to take pictures during the service, but Chris's cousin had permission to video it for the Australian family and friends.

With my mummy and daddy

Me, Daddy, the Vicar and Mummy

With my Daddy outside the abbey

Just after I had my hair wet, and I didn't even cry.

In my beautiful dress hand embroidered by mt great-grandmother. I am sitting on my Daddy's christening blanket.

Don't you love my bonnett. Note the smoking and embroidery. I'm a very lucky little girl.

What am I doing here?

With my godfather, Uncle David



The next day we headed to London for a short break and then flew to Prague. I'll post some photos in a few days. Prague is everything we hoped it would be and the weather is beautiful. Prague is a city meant for walking.  Everything is so old. It must be about the only city in Europe to escape bombing during the war. The hotel we are in is very old world. It was first built in the 13th century and has been added onto ever since. It is famous as the place Franz Kafka worked in and where he did a lot of his writing.  For Kafka fans it is a bit of a shrine. I've only read a bit of Kafka at uni, not really my cup of tea but as a writer it is very exciting to stay here.

Now that the long plane flight is over Ron is enjoying himself and soaking up all the culture. Michele and Chris left Birmingham today to return home and David is making his way to Gallipoli after touring Cornwall with his father and retracing the Thomas family roots.