The Windmill

Decided not to go out for coffee this morning due to the fact it was p***ing down with rain, yet again! Emma came round to ours for coffee; homemade, just as good, and cheaper.

Pete (number one son) braved bad weather and floods to risk the journey from the wilds of Wales to the civilisation that is Stratford-upon-Avon. He is up for the weekend and arrived in time for coffee, very sensibly.

This afternoon I took Pete to The Windmill (hostelry of said town) to meet my very good friends Roz (fellow blipper rozwood1970) and Martin, and to have a jar or two of Abbot Ale. A very pleasant afternoon was had by all.