At the Marine, there are always lashings of turkey, lamb, gammon and beef, carved enthusiastically by the chef himself who piles the slices on your plate like your grandmother used to, lest you go hungry. It comes with generous servings of roast potatoes, peas, carrots, Yorkshire pudding, cabbage, broccoli, and cauliflower smothered in cheese sauce. The meal was preceded by the tastiest cawl, the traditional Welsh soup, of which Jean's uncle, John, and I, partook. I swallowed a half a pint of Carling black label while Jean washed down her dinner with a Bulmers cider. And for dessert? A generous variety was on display, and diners could keep going back for more: tiramisu, apple crumble, cheesecake, rice pudding, bread and butter pudding, profiteroles, fruit salad, trifle, and lemon meringue pie.
We had good company: Mag and Tom's neighbours Betty and Tegwyn, as well as Beryl, Jean's Uncle John, Mavis and David from Wolverhampton, and us. Below are some photos of the occasion: