Cleeve Garden Centre Cafe. This was an interesting morning. We'd popped to Cleeve as is our wont to fill in a morning. Saturday mornings aren't worth living if coffee and cake isn't part of the routine. We also had to go and fetch some picture frames. no sooner had we sat down to read the Somerset Gardener than I received a text from a friend, 'where was I, can we meet up'. Longs story cut shore, an hour later they turned up and after having arrived at the cafe at 10.30am, we left just after 1pm. Needless to say we got through three rounds of tea in that time. It is so exhausting doing that once we got home we had to have a snooze. Well, that's what a summer Saturday is for. Marvellous.
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