And breathe

After the excitement of yesterday, today was much more relaxed. There was no hurry to get up, or at least there shouldn't have been. The problem was that the Gorse Fox had forgotten to put out Jasper's breakfast. Needless to say he was not amused, but to be fair left it until after seven before he started to slap the Gorse Fox around.

The rest of the morning was spent sorting some photos, finishing the tidying up, and just chilling. The Silver Vixen made the most of the time by going through her wardrobe (no not into Narnia) selecting her various outfits for our forthcoming trip.

Meanwhile, Urban-Cub had been at work and called us on her drive home. We collectively agreed to meet for supper at the Oystercatcher, so added that to the day's plan. (As if there was ever a plan!)

The Gorse Fox went for a walk early afternoon. It was bright and cool, but very pleasant for walking. He timed it to perfection. As he walked back in the door and sat down the heavens opened and it poured with rain. A few minutes earlier and he would have been drenched.

We went across to the Oystercatcher. Urban-Cub, Pistol Pete and Ellie were already there so we settled down and chatted. Ellie was busy drawing and completely captivating the waitress and the nearby diners. The best part was when the drinks had been delivered and she grabbed the (empty) bottle of alcohol-free wine, lifted it to her lips and said "Cheers".

While we were waiting for the food, Ellie also made friends with a young girl at the nearby table and they kept waving and smiling at each other. She was absolutely intrigued by her t-shirt which had some form of foil leaves on it. As these were moved in one direction they showed as silver, but when flipped in the other direction, they displayed a rainbow. Very clever.

The meal arrived and clearly the Gorse Fox, Cousteau-Cub, and Urban-Cub chose well. We had gone for the pork, lamb, and turkey respectively. Unfortunately Pistol Pete and the Silver Vixen chose the beef and it really wasn't very nice, apparently. This is the second time we have eaten at Vintage Inns (the chain that runs The Oystercatcher), chosen their "Roast", and been disappointed. This isn't a mistake we will make again.