Final Cup

The sun shone. A dozen cyclists came in at 1030 and stayed. An unannounced coach brought a load for coffee. And all that rolled into lunch. Apparently.
I didn't arrive until one o'clock when, although there was a queue, all seemed in hand. I'd had the morning off to chat and eat and shop. A real tonic, but it was lovely to come back and get the pinny on. George had done all the opening work for me and left a note in the till saying he'd let a woman off 40p because she didn't have enough money. He's getting very aerated about the outside tables and any bird poo he finds on them. A group of thirteen called The Christian Ramblers ended their 7 mile walk with tea and cake. I've added to the staff for Thursday (Gina and Freda can both help) but am still worrying about climbing that particular mountain.