On the tiles (or slates)

Stayed in an old coaching inn in Alton High St last night. We got a half price deal so we were on a winner. Arrived after dark but it looked OK, room large clean and warm.
Woke up this morning and looked out the window, a view to die for, not. In fact I took lots of photos as the roof has so many lines going in different directions all manner of shapes could be made.
Breakfast good, on to see aged mother, via the Lavender farm, looks better in July, and a furniture auction (nothing bought). Couple of hours with mother and on to the seaside for a walk and a late lunch in a beachside café. Kids and dogs everywhere. Wonderful
Back home to reality. Decking is green and slippery, power washer out with cleaning stuff. Too late to start today, job for tomorrow