Didn't we have a loverly time (the day we went to Bungay)

For a start the flowers in the car park were very smiley. And then, they have a CASTLE.


It is quite a small castle, but I suspect there was more of it in times gone by. They must love it because it is in the process of having some serious reinforcement at the moment, so we couldn't poke about inside.


Then there is the Butter Cross - no cross on it, and no butter that we could discern, but it is a pretty shape, and set among a lovely hotch potch of old buildings.


What a nice town Bungay is. I want to say a sweet little town but that sounds so arrogant and patronising, but it is a place that is good to be in. Shops - a wool shop, a quilting shop (so interesting haberdashery) at least one proper butcher's, greengrocer's and bakery. Plus a wonderful old-fashioned draper's crammed to the ceilings with good stuff.

All our purchases came in paper bags, except for Vivienne's loaf of bread which was wrapped in tissue paper - I had forgotten that was what used to be done!

Oh, and I had to buy a few bits - the fabric just spoke to me for a summer skirt. Yarn - I don't need to say, but just take a close look - who could resist those little ten gramme balls of Opal. There was a jar of them like sweeties, so, like sweeties I bought them. These sweeties won't rot my teeth!