1 June 2015
The rain had stopped on Monday morning, if not the wind. There were no guarantees it would stay that way so I decided to shelve the idea of a walk to Lakeside and another cygnet hunt and go somewhere where there was easy access to shelter and coffee. When I told CJ what I was up to he decided to come along too. Probably it was the thought of a latte and maybe a cake to go with it that did it. Continue reading French Street