Sunday was a big day for so many people.
Baby Wyatt was to be christened in the Church. His parents asked me to reserve a table for them and twenty friends for afterwards.
The archdeacon was visiting for the service, coincidentally, and the congregation would stroll down to us afterwards for their usual coffee and biscuits.
We were set up for both.
And then, half an hour before they were all due to arrive twenty lycra-clad cyclists rolled in, parked their bikes (and two tandems) outside and ordered multiple tea, teacakes and cake.
I love cyclists. They never question the need for cake.
Today I rushed home mid-morning to "borrow" some bin liners.
On my return, I saw a small coach reversing up the drive towards the tea rooms.
It brought a group of coffee-loving Dutch people (two double espresso for one man alone). We were the last stop on their way from their holiday in Wales to Birmingham airport and as a result they were very keen to pay with any leftover British coins.
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