Saturday morning, in the pub along the road, for breakfast.
Lightly snowing outside, but not enough to put off a couple of tables of walkers, ready to head off, complete with a dog.
It's part of one of my bicycle routes, so I know the area quite well.
We settled into our breakfast, me with the Eggs Benedict, more the English way than Delmonico's.
A few cups of coffee, some orange juice and general chatter. The pub gently filled and by now it was mid-morning. Some louder noises and I spotted the dog again. The walkers had been out, completed their entire walk, come back and were now ordering from the bar.
We must have been there longer than we thought.
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