I got about six hours of sleep, as did Dad. Ed and I went for a run/walk toward Oxford, cutting through a park around Brookes University and then to South Park. I realized we were close to Jenkins’ old house on Princes Street, so we went past it. It looks the same, still white but with a blue door rather than red.
On the way back we stopped into a Brazilian market had a lot of good looking meats and linguiça.
The plan was to celebrate Dad’s birthday at The Perch, another pub near the river. We realized that Dad had some photos of us there in 1976!
Alan, Linda, Ed and I took a taxi into town and then walked from there. Dad and Barbara took another cab the whole way there, and Greg’s family and Tiffany all taxied over together from his house. Another beautiful day – we sat outside with drinks before our table was ready. We looked for the trees from the 1976 pictures.
The food was really good. Dad and Linda had lamb cheeks in a pot roast, and I had a beet and horseradish barley risotto. Tiffany had ordered a chocolate cake which the servers brought out with candles and we all sang.
We then walked down to the river where the kids played and we watched boats.
We wound up staying a long time, it was so nice out. We taxied back and gave Dad cards, etc. and now we are all exhausted from yesterday so off to bed.