We went to lunch at the Lazy Toad, a wondrous gastropub in Brampford Speke, a village on the Exe a few miles north of Exeter. It was beautifully (and unpredictedly) sunny, and we ended up, naturally enough, in the garden.
|a pre-prandial stately totter down to the Exe. C is wearing her new summer dress, bought in Exeter a few days before.|
|we looked at the river, and the river looked back|
|some say that life looks better through the bottom of a glass|
|a transcendently fine smoked haddock and saffron risotto|
|The Days Are Just Packed...|