A few weekends ago something strange happened. The sun put his hat on and he seriously came out to play. I'm sure it was one of the warmest days we've had this year and it came in perfect time for the Gloucester Food Festival.
The lure of food is enough to make me leave the house whatever the weather but this day had it all going on. The minute I spotted The Wandering Teapot tea room with its higgeldy-piggeldy tables, mis-matched vintage china, colourful posies and cream teas, I knew I'd found what I was looking for.
Lovely ladies dressed up in war-time chic delivered ready sandwiched scones squashing out cream and jam along with pots of tea and a smile.
Once I'd licked the plate clean we had a bit of a wander around the various food stalls, bought some huge hunks of fudge and soaked up the sunshine. It didn't take long for James to announce that it was time for jerk chicken.
So that's what happened. I think he liked it, don't you?
