It was never going to be possible to stay sober this weekend.
We spent it visiting R&P in their lovely new house in very sunny Topsham, and when I said er, we're mostly dry at the moment, I got a very stern look from P followed by a large glass of posh white wine. So we went with the flow, and I will treasure the hazy memory of R filling tiny shot glasses out of a bottle of Becherovka so big it counts as a work of art.
Other outsize pleasures included proper seaside fish and chips, accompanied in my case by the most splendid gherkin (pictured above) I have seen in many a year.
On both counts I have been paying the price today, but in a definitely-worth-it sort of way.
joella
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