Salisbury, English Weather and Morrocan Food

Interesting day that started just after the end of yesterday as I started to drift off to sleep and the slightly violent lurching of the van was definitely not conducive to L's ability to sleep.  So out I went in my nightwear to haul in the awning, which was behaving much like the spinaker on a yacht and giving our van just a little too much headway for a good nights sleep.  Woke up somewhat refreshed for a van cooked English breakfast with some of the good fare purchased at one of the endless stream of farm shops in Devon and Cornwall.  The best one we visited in Devon reminiscent of a Beatles song 'Strawbery Fields'.  Anyway, the day promised to deliver some of the best in British meterorological variety and so armed with umbrellas and coats we embarked on the riverside walk to the CIty Centre - photo of L half way there when the heavens opened for about 20 mins and encouraged the use of said umbrellas.
Once in town, we managed to do a bit of clothes shopping plus a very good cup of coffee at a place called Sonder Coffee, (Good job we were not in Germany as this would have meant 'without coffee').  Otherwise the weather stopped blowing a gale, stopped raining then started again, then stopped and the sun peaked through briefly before we took a bus up to the campsite having already accomplished over 10,000 steps according to the electronic spying devices we were both carrying.  Just as we entered the Camper Van it began to rain again so we retreated for a Gin and Tonic and I prepared our rather exotic evening meal of Tagine and Couscous.  Before the meal was ready, the sun came out in all its glory the dark clouds somehow disappeared completely and the sunset in the extras was the result.  The other extra is of the tagine - the base of which, incidentally was bought in a the Devon farm shop Strawberry Fields (Forever).  Anyway, it was surprisingly delicious and a new venture cooking Morrocan food in the Black Knight.  Spent the rest of the evening reading to L from Bill Bryson's book and then had a fit of laughing after I began to make up exaggerated items that L finds it interesting to try to buy in random shops that have magical properties for dealing with quirky contraptions for drying clothes or preventing flies from laying eggs in your lettuce or some such. Anyway it was a lot of fun and who knows what the weather will do tomorrow.  I feel sure the weather forecasters in the UK have for a long time been enjoying a good laugh at the population's expense with their predictions of sun, rain, wind, possible hail and those all just in the morning.  I have been amazed at how random the connection between forecast and actual weather have been, or how many options are forecast such that they have to be right at least part of the day.