Our morning coffee, in a small place that had been filled with local people when we passed earlier, was excellent. We asked for a piece of chocolate brownie cake each, since we had spent the previous couple of hours hard at work in appreciating the art and history of the Cathedral. The cake arrived shortly after the coffee, having been transformed from the plain brownie on display to another work of art. It, and the plate, had been swirled across with artistic lines of white, caramel and chocolate. The old fashioned cake fork completed the picture.
Two biker Brits came in as we were enjoying this, so we said how good the cakes were, and sure enough, they had the cheesecake, similarly presented.
We walked around a hexagonal castle beside the town (which was closed on Tuesdays so we couldn't get in) and found that the deep sided grassy ditch all around it was occupied by a small herd of deer. A red kite flew over, hopefully, but all the deer were alive and well. It would have enjoyed the tiny white dog that was being walked around the castle, as a small snack. It was the smallest dog ever and so fluffy that it looked as if it was completely round. It ran to greet a large Labrador, which could easily have used it as a football.
Our drive back took us past some fields that were being mown for hay. The tractor doing the mowing was completely surrounded by swallows, just as gulls follow ploughs back home. There must have been well over 50 birds. Another red kite joined them but drifted off quickly.
We will try for a walk now, it is nearly eight o'clock but the sun is shining and Chris may get some more good photos.
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