A bumpy ride

Yesterday I had a call from Martin, a coach driver looking for a coffee stop for a group this morning.
I warned him about the track, he was up for trying it and this morning I talked him in as he drove from a nearby village. He said he’d never have found us otherwise.
He brought the dewdrop lunch club who ordered coffees and teas and sat for an hour before making their way back to the coach and setting off for their lunch in nearby Lower Broadheath.
A busy lunchtime followed. The slight drop in temperature (to 22 degrees, not exactly cool) and a few threatening clouds meant a run on panini.
I found a couple in the garden a) smoking and b) drinking their own coffee from a thermos flask. She’d even brought her own mug.

It was also the day for High Teas.
One lady had given her mother our vouchers for Christmas. They sat in the garden and had their sandwiches, cakes, scones and tea. I wished them a Merry Christmas as they tucked in.
Then 25 Bridgend Retired Teachers arrived on a coach for their prearranged cream tea. They sat in the garden under the trees. The good weather had returned.
As they were leaving another group arrived.
Another coach.
This time from Stratford.
This time unexpected.
We coped.
They ate us out of scones and made a dent in the cakes.

Three coach parties on one day. Must be a record?