I went walkies to find breakfast. It’s a cyclists haunt. It was mad. I was lucky enough to grab the last table. I was surrounded by cyclists everywhere. Young ones, old ones, fit ones and ones not so fit. Some were eye candies 😂 though none as cute as my Mr Wanderer. Okie I’m bias.
This was classified as a big breakfast. Hidden underneath the bread was a pile of bacon. They brewed a mean coffee.
A pretty walk way..no protection from the weather though. It’s really hot at 7:30am.