Friday 11 July 2014

Sometimes I make cake.



 
It was someone's birthday today.
 No, not mine.
 

 So we treated ourselves to lunch out.



 In a beautiful medieval city not too far from home.


 Where the buildings lean close together, as though gossiping about everyone they see passing by.

 
And recently refurbished facades are absolutely divine.


 When we got back home I made a cake.



A Victoria sponge, as requested by the birthday boy. With lashings of homemade raspberry jam, buttercream icing and the last of the fresh raspberries from the garden. 

I do like birthdays - you get to share nice things, in nice places, with nice people.














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