Breakfast under the vines

My posh friend Sophie insists that it is a terrace, but on a 1930s semi I reckon it has to be a patio, and unashamedly so! The lovely Anna went off early for a swim in the nearby outdoor pool and returned with juice, muffins, bacon , good coffee and the paper, treating us all to a breakfast on the patio under the vines and the blue skies which we fear won't last much longer as the tail end of Hurricane Bertha. Let's hope the forecast torrential rain and winds keep out of our way for our 4am start off to Gatwick tomorrow and our flight to Geneva, then on to the Alps....