Extraordinary to think now we're in March snow fell overnight. Not at home but north of Bristol. As we drove to Clevedon the rain turned a little more sleaty and arriving at Hill Road in the town the car thermometer was flicking between 2 and 3 degrees. Even the short walk up to The Books on the Hill it was bitter and wet. Julie had a book to collect, Sleepless (the creativity of insomnia). It's the first time I've visited their new larger premises, they've been here a month or so. Much more room, and as I was to discover a small cafe, just teas and coffees at the moment (something to do with the drains prevents hot chocolate), and a few cakes. But it was lovely sitting there sipping coffee in this independent bookshop doing so well. Home via Pullens Bakery, for a snack, with the rain increasing making the motorway dreadful to drive along. Definitely a day to batten down the hatches and stay indoors.
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