
Mid-afternoon, S texts to suggest an early dart to That Cafe, as she points out, I need some time off, even if it's just an hour or two.
Two courses of fabulous food (I plumped for Avocado with salad potatoes bound in a tartar sauce, served with a Nicoise salad of blush tomato, French beans, olives, capers and free range egg with a balsamic vinaigrette; followed by Lamb rump
cooked pink with braised fennel and chicory, served with a roast beetroot and green peppercorn gravy....yum!) and lovely company all for £12.95 (before you start, the company was free...) and home by 8.45pm so still time to do a few hours of festival work.
Well to be honest the two kind of merged really...three festival phone calls were received in the restuarant. S is very forgiving, she knows the score at this time of year.
You need friends like that.
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