We got up too late to go out for breakfast, and instead drove to Penarth and both ate fresh whitebait with salad for lunch in a nice little French style bistro café which has recently had a makeover. A cold blustery wind was blowing, so neither of us fancied a walk along the promenade, although we did visit long enough for Clare to return to the foreshore a bag full of collected pretty stones and limpet shells from Jasmine's her last visit to the sea below Penarth head - the ones too heavy to fly back with her to Canada.
Then we drove to the big B&Q at Culverhouse Cross to buy some plants, compost and a strawberry pot to make ready for summer - if it ever arrives. The weather has been more like early March than late April this week. With sermon prepared and printed out, and supper cooked and eaten, there only remained the latest pair of episodes of the new-less-than-believable Danish crime drama 'The Bridge' to watch before turning in.