All Toasty

Not for His Lordship and me the full English breakfast or the new kid on the block 'Eggs Benedict'. We are not even porridge aficionados, but we do like our toast and marmalade for Sunday breakfast in the café by the canal.

Some of you may think my toast indicates a rash use of butter and marmalade, but in comparison to that of his Lordship who has trouble balancing the weight of his confiture on the toast, it could appear frugal.

And so with a walk, a breakfast and a read of the cafés Sunday Papers, different to our own, we seem to be back home in time for elevenses. Fear not though, there is no scone tasting on the Sabbath.