Todays breakfast. We stopped at a farm cafe on the left heafing away from Kings Lynn on the A17. The cafe was glorifying Normandie. And John Deer MotorHikes. And what looled like n old two stroke Triumph that WW travellers may use between spats. Brekkoe consist of Four rashers of bacon, a swab of creamy icecream whip, americano coffee, one waxy lyrical apple. The boys beefed out gratefull on baps and full english and cold Yorkie bars. So far so gratitude!
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