Breakfast at Ode

We'd arranged to have breakfast with Phoebe, Paul and the grands in Shaldon. We couldn't get in the Clipper but had a great breakfast at Ode round at Ness. It was tipping it down and I was wearing my leather hat. Wicked grandad leant forward to say Hi to Elly and tipped the liquid contents of his hat brim onto her. I think I'm forgiven.

After breakfast it was back to the Cockhaven to break down the lights and stuff from last night and cart it out in the rain.

Job done and feet up, I'm not going out for a blip in this. The rain did pause for an hour perhaps this afternoon. The head gardener says we need it.