|7am, Woodmansterne Green and I was there first – and that's a first!|
|A host of golden daffodils in Tatsfield Village.|
|This was taken last week in all that fog, but it's a|
metaphor, perhaps, for my disappearing career
The daffodils were out on the village green at Tatsfield and we sat and drank our tea, as we always do. Next week, if we can motivate ourselves, we're planning a trip to Merstham and a visit to the Hunger's End café, which means, for me, scrambled egg on toast and a mug of tea.