We should be in Devon now. But my throat is so sore I didn't want to risk passing it on to anyone and I wouldn't have been to avoid hugging and kissing and cuddling the grandbabies so it was better to stay away.
But it was a glorious day today and, to cheer me up, Husband suggested we drive out to Rhossilli and have tea and cakes. I hesitated replying long enough to have a hot Lemsip and then we went. Husband denied that he had suggested having cake insisting he'd only offered tea and that I'd heard what I wanted to hear. But I know him better than that. He wouldn't go somewhere and just have tea. Very nice cake it was too.
The sun was already low in the sky by the time we got there giving the hills this red hue.