A wet Wednesday in November

. . . is not a good day for a birthday.

The weather forecast was grim so we'd planned to visit a 'stately' home - we don't really have stately homes in Wales, just big fancy houses - but discovered it only opens at weekends in winter. Every other option involved being outdoors so we dithered and dithered until time was passing and Husband suggested a walk around the cliffs in our wet-weather gear. 

It wasn't that wet as it turned out.

The cliff walk we did begins and ends at Fortes Ice Cream Parlour and I had my heart set on a North pole there at the end of the walk. But, of course, we discovered that Fortes closes on Wednesdays in winter.

So I had to make do with a salted caramel and shortbread sundae in Verdi's.

Now Husband is starting preparing our meal for this evening. He tells me it's something he's not made before and that requires some cooking and then cooling before more cooking. I'll report back later. But now I think I'll go and start on my birthday jigsaw while singing, "73 today, 73 today, I've got the key of the door . . ."