Tuesday, 8 September 2009

It's my birthday tomorrow

...and I'm going to Orford! No Greek island this year, but it looks nice.


Posted by westendmum at 10:39

2 comments:

fabhat said...

Do eat at Trinity, at the Crown and Castle - very very tasty and the weirdness of Orford Ness has to be experienced too. Have a lovely holiday!

9 September 2009 at 09:36
westendmum said...

Bother, got this after the fact. Friends ate at the Crown and Castle and raved, something about it being the Hotel Inspectoret' place.

11 September 2009 at 23:57

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