There was a slightly ominous tone to the rules of the Long Bredy Flower Arranging Competition flyer that had been dropped through our letterbox a week or so ago.
Especially.... the seventh line down: 'The church will be locked overnight'. What scurrilous behaviour did the committee think might have happened, I wondered, if the church had been left open. I love village shows.
We woke feeling tired and lazy on Saturday morning. Flower arranging competitions were the last thing on Charlie's mind. But we lay in bed rather too long to be assured of an easy parking spot in Bridport, and by the time we had actually got up, the prospect of breakfast at Soulshine (the wonderful cafe in Bridport that opened a little while ago) was also combining with the rather more fraught possibilities of being stuck in a long snake of holiday traffic winding its way West on Saturday morning... and then the middle-class road rage of the Bridport Waitrose Car Park (which is something else to behold). All of which slightly takes the shine off morning coffee at Soulshine.
So I offered to cook breakfast at home.... at which point (I guess we are talking about 9.45am) Charlie decided he was going to enter the Long Bredy Flower Arranging Competition. Entries, you will have noted, had to be in the church before 11.
He dashed down to the veg patch to cut flowers. I made him a fried egg sandwich. Continue reading