Breakfast then Back Again

Another morning, another chaotic breakfast.

We set off around 11 o'clock for home. The general plan was to go to a winery at Mount Mee on the way home but the weather had turned decidedly chilly with westerlies blowing cold air from the interior so instead we went to Montville.

We'd thought Anne might appreciate it, but she pronounced it "tacky" which is fair comment really. But we found a restaurant which would tolerate the dogs and sat down for some pasta whilst freezing our appendages off in the cooler-than-cool mountain air then set off home, holiday-within-a-holiday over.