Floating

We met up with my sister and brother in law in Wells this morning for a stroll around the Bishop’s Palace gardens where the leaves were floating in the ponds where the Wells that give the city its name.

We enjoyed a lunch of savoury scones sitting outside a cafe in the market square in remarkably warm weather for late October.

Just got back from watching Mrs Harris Goes To Paris at the local theatre: a charming, old-fashioned fairytale of a film.