The Vine in Clent not Kinver

The Father in law instructed be to get the boy to The Vine in Clent for a surprise (and belated) birthday meal. Unfortunately I didn't pay much attention to the email and it wasn't till we were told there was no table reservation under the name Lord that I realised we were in the wrong village.

Luckily despite arriving at the correct pub more than half an hour late, he and Janet found the funny side and the food was good.

Anyway here is Esther and Grandpa. Who, for some reason, which annoys the hell out of me, likes to put his finger in Esther's mouth. After this bite hopefully he won't feel the urge to do it again!