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.

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.