Rainy Sunday

It was too wet to walk on the beach today. Instead, we walked from my friend’s house, through gentle rain, to the library and then to Belle cafe on the corner of New Regent Street. We sat in the window at a huge round table with a tree in the middle so, although two other groups were sitting at the same table, you were private. There were interesting things to look at, including a chair suspended upside down with a violin.

We each had a huge scone; mine was blueberry and lemon, so our table number, 88, was most fitting (think Bingo calls) – although, of course, I can only speak for myself.