BELLOWS

(Backblip) We left B's uncle and aunt after lunch. I think everyone was secretly relieved - they are noticeably frailer than when we last stayed there, and I think found it quite a strain to have visitors staying for a couple of days. We drove on to our holiday accommodation, a converted village forge with the original bellows hung above the sofa. A lovely, spotless little cottage, and so peaceful. And the owner had left a cream tea ready for us with enormous fresh homemade scones.