There was bread.... REAL bread.... crusty and yeasty and fresh, a far cry from the sweet, white crap I get in PNG. I gorged on olive bread, baguette, cob. It was wonderful!!
Due to the ridiculous OH&S laws in OZ, We're unable to get raw milk cheese. No such ridiculous nanny-law here in the UK, so I stocked up on roquefort, stilton and Jersey blue.
Weston is the home of proper cider.... Somerset cider... apple and pear. Scrumpy, pale or dark.
I may never drink wine again!
And then there are the strawberries.. only just coming into season, in time for the Henley regatta.
I saw a proper May Pole, missed the Morris dancers, sat under an ancient celtic cross eating blackberry icecream, and then met friends for a pint at my new local.
Off to Bath today, to pick up some pressies for the kids, and to 'take the waters'