I'm writing this weeks' blog from deepest, darkest Wiltshire, where the only life outside is ramblers with umbrellas, who have most probably got lost.
Last weekend saw a trip out East - East London that is, not Essex. I'm not THAT brave. I don't know Hackney well but from what I've seen, I like it. My only past experience of that area is being stuck in Murder Mile at silly o'clock, trying to find a bus driver that would accept a £10 note.
http://www.thisbrightfield.com/). Such scrumminess on the menu included sourdough bread, avocado & banana on black rye, and Brixham whole mackerel. Just my cup of tea - mental note to return.
Back to the silence of the countryside now but before I leave you, here are two totally random pictures, because I felt like posting them - Mr Goddard (my restraining order will be taken off soon, honestly!!!) and a book that made me smile in Viktor Wynd. That is all.......