It’s typical but very predictable that the day we are leaving it is sunny, positively balmy.
Flat cleaned, ready for Peter’s inspection. Hoping that he doesn’t talk too much so we can get on our way.
Time enough left to have a walk but not to do anything too big. Packed up so now have an idea of what we can buy to rake back. Mostly selected Easter things, to make a change this year.
Time for a coffee in a rather swish place.
Human League were playing when we entered. Why oh why do I feel I need to fill the vacuum of silence? This is the first band I ever saw I tell the waitress, oh that sounds so cute! Then I felt terribly silly.
These cakes were tiny tiny but yummy yummy.
Peter came, slightly later than expected, grandly produced a postcard of some artwork from the house and with a flourish presented it to me pause for thought about my next direction.
Random Acts of Travelling 