The early morning promise of the previous blog came up trumps sunshine wise.

#1376 theoldmortuary ponders.

The temperature and wind however were quite another matter.

Deck chairs had been put out but their only useful function was to act as windsocks.

On reflection and protection from a bitterly cold wind Lola dragged us into a warm cafe.

Now the truth of this blog is that Lola is always a cafe dog. Even on our late night walks she is known for resting her brown nose on the door of any cafe that we have ever visited.

So a bit of very cold, very strong wind was absolutely in her favour. She doesn’t always get her own way. Today she did.