Mid-afternoon the Gorse Fox collected the Silver Vixen. Expecting several cubic metres of fabrics, he had cleared the boot. She had, however, restrained her enthusiasm and walked out with nothing but a couple of plastic bags full of assorted fabrics and patterns.

Returning to hotel for a snack we watched as the rain cleared, the clouds cleared, and the sun burst through. Gorse Fox was less than amused! He kept imagining that he could hear a celestial raspberry being blown. Had we not planned supper with Mother Superior (previously known as the Esteemed Client), he might have been tempted to pop back out. He resisted and will save the adventure for another weekend.

[File under: Diary]