M25 was surprisingly un-jammed (we didn't have to go through the roadworks between the M3 and M4) and we didn't do too badly for wrong turnings, so we arrived at my brother's house by 1.30 and had lunch. smallclanger pretty much refused his lunch (carrots, potatoes and chicken) but we tempted him with some fromage frais and cunningly hid some chicken in the apricot flavoured one as we were feeding it to him, so he didn't do too badly after all.
We went to Rochester and saw the castle and surrounding area in lovely sunshine, and bopeepsheep bought some lemon marmalade with ginger wine from a very tempting boutique with lots of sweet things in the window and a large array of jars of preserve, all different according to the labels on them.
Then it was out to a local pub-food-type chain for dinner, which was pretty good although one of them had to be sent back because it wasn't very hot.
On Sunday I and smallclanger joined my brother and sister-in-law at the morning service at their local church, and s-i-l stole smallclanger and took him to the back to play with some toys before he fell asleep (which he needed, as he seemed a bit grumpy, though he didn't make much noise).
Back home for lunch of pasta and bolognese, which again smallclanger was offered but didn't take much of, and then we went out for a walk round a local park and we let the baby have a go on a swing, a slide, a bouncy rocking horse (which had no handles) and a see-saw. He liked it a bit, but he seemed mostly indifferent.
We introduced my brother to Tantrix and Fluxx before tea, and after that it was time to set off home again. We made it back in about 2 hours.