Despite having far too much work to do, we looked out the window this morning, and said “fukkit”, and took ourselves off to Slimbridge, as the Bewick swans are coming in.
We started in the café, with a slice each of a rather fine carrot cake, and a dish of tea, then ambled round in the autumn sunshine taking a lot of not all that good photos, but having a nice relaxing time nonetheless.
Home via the horror that is Makro, and we are now stocked up with 96 tines of catfud, which will probably last until Thursday, the rate they’re scoffing.
I should really do some work now, but I think I’ll just have the rest of the day off.
More photos here.
Do teh kittehs know something we don’t about the coming winter?
Alice.