The cafe with the good coffee is busy. After yesterdays downpour folks are out and about and enjoying whatever breaks in the cloud come their way. To avoid the dog prohibition we have a new technique for ordering. Angus stands at the door and shouts his order to the barrista. She then sticks her head out of the door when its ready and Angus, holding one end of the lead, goes in to collect his order. The bar it should be explained is only about ten feet deep so this is not as complicated as it sounds.
Todays croissant is fresh from the bakers, is still warm(ish) and scores a more than reasonable 8/10. Sophie ,busy enjoying her croissant ends, is oblivious to the arrival of an old Land Rover with three Shelties in the back. They look at her through the windows with thinly concealed jealousy. Their owner, a farmer if the wellington boots and Barbour are anything to go by, returns with a coffee in one hand and a croissant in the other. He puts the coffee on the roof, tears the croissant in three, opens the rear door and throws the croissant pieces into the back. Voila ! Three happy sheepdogs. Four if you count Sophie who has awarded this mornings viennoiserie a 15/10.
We dine, virtually, here last night. Presumably 'supper' is more 'country style' than dinner :https://www.friendofafarmer.com/menus