Sunday dawned bright and early. Too early. We knew we'd lose an hour due to the move to BST, so accounted for that when setting the alarm to get breakfast. Except the alarm was a bit too clever and accounted for it as well, so we wound up getting up an hour too early, and an hour too early (iyswim). We decided not to go back to bed, but instead sat and looked at some photos of the previous day.

Slowly, people joined us for breakfast. Ffion and Fran ended up going the other way timewise and were a bit perplexed when, at 1030, they thought it was 0930 and still had time for breakfast.

I managed to find where all of the suits had wound up, and gathered those together. I chucked the PA into the boot of the car along with all of the other bits - we then said our goodbyes to people who'd stayed in Plas Maenan with us as well.

We needed to head over to Gwydir Castle to pick up the case for the 70-200mm lens which'd been left there, then headed back to our house to meet Steve, Marie and Kev so that they could pick the clothes up that they'd left there.

From here, it was over to Sioned's Mum & Dad's place where we were joined by my parents, Laura, my grandparents, Sioned's Taid, and her Mum & Dad as well as Fran, where we opened our wedding presents. We were, quite frankly, shocked at the sheer amount of presents that had been given by people, and indeed some of the presents that had been given by people. Some of the things that people had written in cards were also extremely touching.

After we'd opened the presents, it was time for Mum, Dad, Laura and my grandparents to head off back to Leicester. After waving them off, I headed over to the theatre to return the PA. I then went back over and loaded the car up with the presents we'd received, before going back to our place to drop said presents off and load up with the stuff we'd packed for our honeymoon.

We were on the road for around three, and the GPS took us right up to the gates of the imposing Weston Manor Hotel in Oxford. We arrived there at around 1830, so a pretty decent run down. However, on the way, Sioned realised she'd forgotten something rather important. Forgetting her pill is, shall we say, pretty impressive. After a quick change of room to a much larger one with a four poster bed and a fantastic bathroom, we had a think about our options. We're due to catch a ferry tomorrow, so our options are: 1) Get them shipped to Belgium where they'd hopefully arrive in time. We later found out that exporting prescription drugs without a licence is a little bit illegal, so that one was out. 2) Call the surgery in the morning and get them to fax a prescription to a local chemist. There's an extremely slim chance of this one. 3) Er, pass.

So we'd go out on a limb and try 2. We headed out and ate at a pub about 200yds down the road - the Ben Jonson. The food really was top notch - anyone staying in that part of Oxford would be well recommended to go. Back to the hotel from here for an early-ish night. I made offers to drive back to our house to pick up the tablets, but Sioned refused - it'd be a 7 hour round trip, and tomorrow would effectively be a write off.