On Wednesday I somehow managed to create a gap between schools that was long enough to chill out in a warm and welcoming venue:
I had an excellent hot cornish pasty, and a pot of Proper Tea made with a posh "teapig" teabag instead of the usual cheapo economy job. The cornish pasty got "et" before I could photograph it.
The cafe was bustling in a low-key, cheerful way, and the gift shop area full of good ideas which I shall follow up for Christmas shopping next week, when I will hopefully be able to return.
Outside it was WINTER. The sun was just about shining;
but there was a cold, bracing breeze, determined clouds and dripping icy rain.
My mother had a bit of a reverse this week; forward progress was put on hold. Who would have thought that stroke patients would be in such pain? Her "disregarded" leg seems very prone to severe cramp; and I have often spent time in visits working away at it to try and relax the spasm. Who can do this for her when I am not there? However, as this post has been written at the weekend, I can report that things have improved since then.