We started the day with porridge. Big flakes of oats in a small dish – with syrup. When I was a kid my mum would serve up a large plate of smooth porridge such that the edges would cool down quickly and form a sort of skin – and we added far more syrup than would be advisable these days.
Just before the new series of Beck begins, this firework was captured out the window.
Thank you, Martin. And the porridge was great, too.