Windermere 13: Bring me fun

A visit to Morecambe. A Bring Me Sunshine cocktail at the Midland Hotel ("Eileen Woodhouse created this heady mix of champagne, Pimms, orange juice and grenadine. So stand on one leg and enjoy the Eric Morecambe way"), then a KFC Zinger Burger meal (oops). Fianlly, back home for Philip's delicious carbonara.
Life's too short to be spent having anything but fun
We can be so content if we gather little sunbeams

Windermere 12: Philip's birthday

Birthday celebrations at the Mason's Arms. I had the spam fritters with homemade brown sauce, followed by a lovely bit of lamb with dauphinoise potatoes. My companion had the steak burger with chips and onion rings. Then back to the house for cake.

Windermere 11: Re-make/re-model/re-heat

Tuesday night's chilli, Wednesday's lunch.

Windermere 10: The mobile office

Dealing with important correspondence and a slice of millionaire's shortbread in Grange-Over-Sands. Hot desking.

Windermere 9: Something beginning with "ch"

Cheesy beans for breakfast, chips at Bowness-On-Windermere, and lovely chilli for tea, cooked up by Log and based on the Leon cookbook recipe.

Windermere 8: Suitable for vegetarians

Sam and Karen's awesome meat-free paella. High five.

Windermere 7: Alfresco

A nice bit of quiche and a sausage roll from the butcher in Grange-Over-Sands and some salad, eaten in the garden of Barrow Wife.

Windermere 6: Monday breakfast

Windermere 5: Dog's dinner

Nova's tea.

Windermere 4: Load of old croque

A chip butty, a slightly grim croque monsieur and a club sandwich at the disappointing Woolpack Inn.

Windermere 3: Pie

John's shepherd's pie. Delicious.

Windermere 2: Piccalilli circus

A ham sandwich, with piccalilli, eaten at the Masons Arms half way through a long walk.

Windermere 1: Friday night & Saturday morning

We went away to the Lake District for a week, and stayed here. Chips for tea on the first night, then Andy made a fry-up for breakfast the following morning. Lovely.

A midweek summer roast

As it's Sunday, here's another roast dinner, eaten at the "assisted-service" Vale Restaurant (canteen) at Saint Fagan's National History Museum, near Cardiff. You can tell it's in Wales; look at all those leeks. This roast was eaten not on a Sunday, but on a Thursday lunchtime. Perhaps that is why Disappointment plumped for a ham and tomato baguette (not pictured) instead, augmented with plenty of cheese and coleslaw.

Good morning Britain

It's Monday morning, it's raining, I'm waiting in for the boiler engineer to come, and I'm hungry. So here are some breakfast things I wouldn't mind eating right now.
The first – beans, two sausages and a fried egg on toast – is from the Stradey Park Hotel, near Llanelli. Nice, self-service breakfast, with plenty of choice. Sometimes they have two kinds of sausage (gasp). And that dribble of bean juice looks quite arty – the sort of thing they'd faff about doing on Master Chef or something.
The next two pictures were taken at Cardiff's number one B&B Ty Rosa – "Cardiff's only exclusive and gay boutique bed & breakfast". Nice place, run by Paul & Stuart (or "Miss Judy by the time you leave us"). Their breakfasts are great. Disappointment had the beans, bacon, hash brown, sausagey sausage and I had a small portion of the eggs benedict. One of the American lads on the table next to us had the Glamorgan breakfast or whatever – bacon, cockles and laverbread on toast. Challenging.