Wet weekend.
Cold grey skies, pouring rain, wet pavements. This was not our ideal way to spend Saturday in Lewes. But getting past the crappy British weather and ridiculous parking restrictions we did enjoy this pretty town in between downpours. Don't think I'm grumbling too much. I did have fun with my freshly washed hair pasted flat to my head, whilst the rain soaked through my sheepskin boots into my socks. We had a delicious lunch and got some inspiration from the lovely interiors stores there. Sunday was better, we recreated our favorite honeymoon breakfast. I often wonder why we persist on "having days out". You have to laugh sometimes at the British battling all weathers just so they can get out of the house. We have had just about enough, and may have finally taken the hint. Its just so unpredictable here. I am going to start having little holidays at home each weekend. Might save some money that way too?!