Perchance to Dream

This morning I woke to rain, rain and more rain. I knew we were in for a rotten day. It started in surprising fashion with a couple, three mums and their toddlers, a couple of sisters and a group of three. Then it stopped. Noone for ages. Then a mum and her 8 year old son (just collected from a nearby boarding school) came for the only lunches we did all day. Apart from our own.
At 2.30 Sue and I started to clear up. We'd decided to close at 3. No point in prolonging the agony. At 5 to 3 (you couldn't make it up) EIGHT people (at least three of whom were in Hunter wellies) and a dog came in, stood their umbrellas in the entrance hall, pulled a couple of large tables together and ordered tea and cake. Their order accounted for a third of the day's takings.
So that was the last full week of the season. Just weekends and half term left, then hibernation.