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So reasuring to find it warm enough to visit a pub garden in the evening and ro roll up my sleeves to suggest where I am. Take out the deck chairs!

Our daughter is in the exam phase of her school days.  We have spent many, many hours waiting for her between activities.  Last night we waited in the Cat and Fiddle, the Eastern region's pub of the year.  Of course I had my mailart supplies.

A dad and his daughter had a chess lesson in a pub we went to over the weekend. My daughter used to call the pawns prawns.

Saw our son for the first time since he started med school in Exeter in September.  Took mailart stuff with me to the pub - a pub I had been to last when a few years before with my mum, family and sister and her family.  Such a happy meal in a place full of memories, rather rushed the mailart...