A bit of a breeze this morning.
Within a minute of arriving on the beach Sophie's fur reverts to its 'natural' look.
Heading back to the car we have to navigate through town and all sorts of 'delicious' odours. The dustbin men haven't been yet . Sophie is in seventh heaven. Our progress past the rows of bins is slow. Each bin seems to be a veritable treasure trove of scents. Could a day get any better than this ?
We stop off at the small Italian espresso place. The family diva, who is now greeted by name, is given a sliver of shortbread. On the other side of the road the staff are getting the pub ready for the ten o'clock opening. With the students gone the pub is a home away from home for Australian and American golfers who like a pint of ale - or two - with their breakfast. Seems that all males when they travel in groups revert to being eighteen. Forty nine years ago Angus used to start his day with a pint and a steak pie in this very same pub. After meeting 'The Font' this routine quickly changed.
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Gail is now wondering how many of the establishments patronised by student Angus are still now in business in recognisable form. And will Angus be tempted one morning to relive his student breakfast experience. For old times sake? Sophie would surely approve of the meat pie element.
Hari OM
...and what I read here is that there is 50th anniversary looming; something that many a couple would be envious of! YAM xx (whose 'furs' are in about the same state as Sophies, as per usual...)
Goodness - Australia is a long way to come for a round or two of golf!
The start of another best day for Sophie with a sliver of shortbread. Amber has yet to experience such a culinary delight. No chance she'll get so much as a crumb of the delicious home-made cake they serve with coffee at the café where she's meeting new friends later this morning.
Sophie's seventh heaven would turn into an eighth if you ordered a steak pie!
I should try to the young Scotts breakfast someday. I even share the pie with the Diva.
A visit to the pub to fete your 50th with the Font would be very romantic.
In our limited experience shortbread is a collection of well connected crumbs but not the sort of thing that lends itself to being fine sliced into slivers....do they bake slivers especially for Sophie? Or are we misunderstanding the concept of sliver as a very narrow slice? Perhaps Sophie would enjoy a whole petticoat tail.
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