Island Blog 7

Found the oldest pub in Britain for a wonderful late lunch – ie home at five.  Haven’t done such an exciting things for years.  There was a black cat on my bench, curled up and fluffy and almost invisible until it smelled the wild duck on my plate.  It stretched, then a little more, then one paw onto the old oak table, then a second, and so on with the grace of a ballerina dancing a well-known role.  Eventually, and without causing the least offence, (in fact, we were all in love at this point), it delicately extended one large soft black paw and touched my arm.

Ok I shared my duck with Shakespeare………!

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