we had a marvelous afternoon out yesterday, taking tea at Stourport Manor Hotel, the former home of three times Prime Minister, Stanley Baldwin, courtesy of a birthday gift voucher.
A leisurely drive through the backwoods of Worcester saw us arrive half an hour early, but the hotel staff were all too happy to swing into motion straight away. Pots of tea were produced immediately, followed just ten minutes later by a veritable cornucopia of light refreshments featuring crust-cut finger sandwiches, home-made cream scones and an assortment of cakes to match the finest from Great British Bake Off.
We ate splendidly and got talking to a lovely couple on the next table about our respective special needs grandsons. Shared burdens, shared joys and shared understandings.
We did a lap of the hotel grounds in a vain attempt to burn off surplus calories before our return trip. This is indeed the stuff of retirement.
Yours as ever,
electrofried(mr)
