Foxy Felton

We'd paid up front at the hotel for breakfast the two mornings after the nights before, but to be honest it was somewhat uninspiring the first morning, so for coming home it was ditched (despite being non-refundable) in favour of popping by the Running Fox in Felton (near my sister's new place in Longframlington, and on her recommendation).

And so glad we did. Absolute top notch (and also buying a couple of pies there for dinner for tonight the total cost was still less than the hot-plated hotel brekkie). I can now safely say that scones topped with bacon, a fried egg, and cheese is a breakfast of champions (and yes, I'm having a day off GF).

Grand start to a grand Sunday. Time for gin.

p.s. really happy with the shots of the last couple of days...