Yesterday to the Spring Fair held in Dunster's beautiful mediaeval tithe barn. We bought gingerbread and Easter biscuits.
We thought later on that we might walk the calories off in advance. You know how that particular thinking goes....
Tricia tried to get both dogs to sit reasonably close together for their portrait.
Not entirely successfully.
Flossie seemed unsure as to which was her best side.
Tosca seemed keen to get off the bench.
So we gave up, and let Flossie have her newly-found ball back.
And continued on our climb.
Then home for a farewell cream tea: strawberry jam, clotted cream, homemade scones straight from the oven. The bought cakes and biscuits didn't quite make the grade (or maybe the scones were a little too more-ish).
No photos from today's trip - no time, as the roadworks two miles from the railway station put paid to any leisurely farewells on a freezing platform. Instead, a mad dash for the lift for Tricia lugging case and bags, with moments to spare.
Meanwhile, I got a ticket from the parking machine and raced up the stairs, to find her standing by the train, its doors open. We had just enough time to give a hug and a wave before she disappeared off to the North East on the final leg of her 7-month grand retirement tour. Probably best that we parted in haste: saved us from much sniffling and eye-wiping.
She still has much to do; farewells to family and friends up North, a trip to Paris, and a flight from Newcastle to Sydney and her Canberra home in two weeks' time.
She's going to miss Somerset. We're going to miss her. Sniffle.