Lunch al freezo
We did it!
We had lunch outside!
Nana will be able to tell all her friends back in France that the weather was gorgeous (if a tiny tiny bit breezy) and that we actually had lunch outside.
The tip of my fingers didn't go numb for at least 9 minutes.
Pity about Mrs Raheny though. She did not waste a single second after the photograph was taken and rushed back inside to swap her flipflops for her wool-lined Huggs. Too late. She lost a toe to frostbite.
The winter butternut squash soup went down a treat.
Before the queue for the hot showers.
Thank you Nana!