Also at the Chinese food shop my friend bought this charming coffee in a can with a rather sweet poem printed on it, I wonder if there are a series of them?
“I’ll love you dear, I’ll love you till China and Africa meet
And the river jumps over the mountain
And the salmon sings in the street.
I’ll love you till the ocean is folded and hung up to dry
And the seven stars go squawking
Like geese about in the sky.”
Aww…
Enjoyed discovering the Bison Coffee house (& vintage shop) on a long walk in the sun with my friend, haven’t drunk tea from an enamel mug for years…. Also bought some strange foodstuffs from the Chinese supermarket, visited my Nana’s grave and was genuinely tempted to buy a boat-shaped drinks cabinet in another vintage shop. Also tried coffee stout which was amazing, and I’m not even a coffee drinker. Finished off by making myself a rather good pie out of leftovers, not a bad day all round!
I don’t even know where to begin with this one…
Imagine what the house of someone who bought one would look like?
As much of a fan as I am of blind patriotism & hereditary priviledge(…..), having to go into town whilst the Queen is visiting is going to be a bit of a chore, I imagine.
