Bags packed and ready to check out of the hotel, we chose not to eat in the Brewers Fayre but instead to head out to a nearby mill that advertised ‘cooked breakfasts’ every day. As we neared the mill it appeared to be closed and not at all inviting.

We drove the short distance to Acle where we had breakfast in Scooters Café. The breakfast was amazing. There was a build your own option which suited me perfectly; I chose egg, tomatoes and hash brown with a slice of brown toast.

After breakfast we drove to Ely Cathedral, a perfect place to reflect on the loss of our friend. We arrived to the sound of children singing; I think they were practising for a concert they were due to perform in. This meant that for a while the central part of the cathedral was not fully accessible.

Currently on display at Ely Cathedral is an exhibition called ‘My Brother’s Keeper’ by Sean Henry. The exhibition displays sculptures of figures of varying scales in strategic places both within the cathedral and the grounds outside. The figures are captivating and intriguing, causing pause for thought.

We had lunch in the Almonry Café where we both chose tuna mayo sandwiches before heading homeward. We had a brief stop at a motorway service on the way home. The food and drink options didn’t suit us (modern life being about burgers and paper cups)) so after a leg stretch, we returned to the car but not before I was tempted to buy a Krispy Kreme donut (Biscoff Brookie) which I ate in the car.

Back home after picking up milk and visiting mum we had a cuppa and unpacked our bags before dining on stew made with leftover chicken. It was delicious.

My recent run of special celebrations is now complete.

On Saturday night I attended a small wedding reception next to the banks of the river Severn.  The seating plan was rather unique.  Photos of all the guests were pegged up around the outside courtyard where everyone was gathered for pre dinner champagne.  On the reverse of the photo was the number of the table that the guest was sitting at.  On arrival at the table the name cards were little gingerbread men and women with individually piped names.

The evening was a lot of fun with an excellent live band rather than the usual disco.  As you can see from the photo, the wedding cake was rather unique too.  The doughnut on the top of the left plate had my name on it

PS: The photos for all the guests were found on the internet…