Breakfast greets the morning light, A gentle start, warm and bright. A cup of tea, a slice of toast, Simple things we cherish most. It wakes the mind, it stirs the day, Chasing sleepiness away. A quiet moment, calm and new, A chance to breathe the morning through. For in that meal, both small and sweet, The day and hope so softly meet.
My bedroom window todayA lovely roomThe breakfast room
I had a bowl of cereal, and I also had a full English breakfast, with hash browns, black pudding, etc. It was lovely.
All good things must come to an end, though. It has been a lovely stay. More will be revealed re my destination later.