Fish & Chips

An early start today, to meet the broadband engineer at our house renovation project, which meant waiting most of the morning for a slot "between 8am and 1pm". Still it worked out fine in the end. Then after a dog walk in the woods my blood sugar was gratifyingly low, so Mrs F said "pizza" and I could say "fish & chips" with a clear conscience.

Shortly after this date in 2012 we were on our way down through England to see our sons in London. We spent a week in Suffolk first, and had lunch in a fish restaurant in Aldeburgh. This picture of a Very Hungry Pelican was on the wall.