No idea who Al is, but I rather enjoyed the company of these peeps as we sat outside next to the sea just down there [pointing a little south of here]. No midges either
It's not my favoured place to eat usually if I'm honest but I must admit I did enjoy this occasion. The Hostesses , the lovely Rupa and Ashoka were organising at the time.
forgive me if I go a bit quiet as the tour de france and the Giro d'Italia women are happening at present.
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Al Fresco was the original feral kid. Brought up in a tiny house which he quickly outgrew, he took to spending his days outside where he could stand up fully and stretch out both arms without touching both the front and back doors simultaneously. His mother was a bit of a harridan; dawn to dusk curlers and apron type, who spent so long on her doorstep trying to call Al back indoors with such parental encouragement as ‘if you don’t come in I’m closing the door’ that she could be heard in the next valley, prompting her recruitment into the coastguard agency in times of fog. A sad story. I’ve a feeling that they named something after him when he passed, but what that was I cannot recall.
No midgies but jackets required! Still nice to eat outside though
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