Floreat

The thin person inside me trying to get out was held at bay today as we sat down to a lunch in a city centre restaurant to celebrate the birthday of His Lordship's brother. There were seven of us from 3 generations around the table which made for interesting and disparate topics of conversation while we dined.

In the past I remember the restaurant being an insurance office, but in the last few years it has been sympathetically converted into a large eatery while keeping the beautifully carved wooden outer doors and the statues high up on the wall outside.

Such was the lunch gluttony that HL felt we owed it to ourselves to do a power march round the estate once we got home. This little bunch of crocuses set itself apart from the others which seemed much more spindly and sparse this year.