'Tummy trouble'. The best remedy is a tour of the town. Not a soul to be seen at one o'clock. Every lamp post is carefully sniffed and studied. Our tour is conducted at a 'stately' pace. What the CCTV security guys must think when a slow moving fluffy dog and a hastily dressed man in carpet slippers appears on their screens is best left unimagined. ' It's that tramp and his mutt '.
Come seven the family diva signals she wants to go out again. We head to the cathedral garden. The day starting warm and bright. Tourists arriving on the first bus from Edinburgh greet us. A retired golfing couple introduce themselves. " Hi. We live near Chesapeake Bay " the man says as he tickles Sophie's ears. They are in town celebrating their fifty fifth wedding anniversary. " We played Pebble Beach on our fiftieth. This is the only thing that could cap that " the wife informs me.
At the bacon roll cafe the PONette shows no interest in either bacon or the roll. She has a cautious drink from the water bowl that's been brought out by the barista. An American woman in a bright scarlet puffer jacket, blue leggings and Hermes head scarf wanders over and asks " I'm from New York and coffee is really, really important to me. Is it any good here ? ". That's a lot of information to process at this time of the morning but I reassure her that it's good enough for myself and my companion. "How fabulous. How absolutely fabulous" she replies. 'Fabulous' is pronounced in an elongated Brooklyn way that rises from a low FAB to a high LUSSH. FABB-yeww-LUSSH. The family diva looks up and assumes that the woman is talking about her - which on this unscripted morning, of all mornings, is the way it should be.