When flying solo I usually park my ailing Spitfire here for a mug of trucker's tea and some kind of hot meat served on a bread roll. File under "authentic but rough and ready". |
Here's an upside down but right way up view of a massive stone monument erected in memory of someone now sadly forgotten. File under "don't try too hard to become immortal". |
In celebration of the annual forwards changing of the clocks ceremony I cooked up a fistful of streaky bacon and served it to the assembled masses. File under "breakfast but not at Tiffany's". |
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