After ten minutes I flopped onto the couch, performed the last high kick of the day by ditching my joggers and decided that a more sedate pace would be a more suitable match for the drab, overcast sky.
To match the mood of decadent laziness, my partner-in-crime and I hit the highway. Destination Berry. A south coast town, with a population of a million "Good Food Guide" recommended cafes and boutique home ware stores. We had nothing else planned but a glutinous spot of lunch. Which we succeed in flying colours, I think I’ll be reminiscing about the chocolate bread and butter pudding with caramelized figs for the rest of the week.
Berry also boasts a beautiful sewing/craft shop. Between fondling of Amy Butler fat quarters and bemoaning my lack of crocheting know-how, I stumbled across this gem: