By: Blonde Two
Now that is never usually a question!
I do like a good breakfast (except maybe at camp when B1 and I can be seen pulling faces and forcing food down). At the moment mine is usually a mid-morning, after swimming, naughty bacon breakfast; but when I return to the Land-of-Paid-Work (which needs to be quite soon), I am hoping to be treated once more to Mr B2’s porridge.
Today I am off to Widecombe Fair to do a bit of book signing, meet some fabulous people and stalk Uncle Tom Cobley; I am, for once, unsure about whether or not to have a munch before I go. This is why:
Yesterday I went up (or was it down) to Widecombe to drop off the hundreds of books that I am hopefully going to sell today (in the absence of Tom Pearce’s grey mare, I wasn’t going to be able to carry them all onto today’s park and ride). I am so glad that I went, Widecombe was buzzing with visitors (did they all have the wrong day?) and with people setting up for the fair.
I wasn’t there for very long, but in that short time my keen detective eyes took in the fact that Widecombe Fair is pretty food oriented. In the space of half an hour, I was promised a pasty (with tea and coffee), told about cider samples, observed a ‘Strawberries and Cream’ stand and then one promising ‘Authentic Thai Food’. I am sure the latter would have confused Bill Brewer, Jan Stewer, Peter Gurney, Peter Davy, Dan’l Whiddon, Harry Hawke and Tom Cobley, but I am now beginning to see why they all wanted to go to Widecombe Fair in the first place.
PS I’ll be at the Sexton’s Cottage and possibly unable to visit all of the food stands… if you want to bring me over a sample, I promise to be your friend (albeit a rather rotund one!)