For the love of marmalade . . .

. . . which is now only available from Waitrose, we had to go to Marlborough for our nearest branch



We parked in the High Street, right opposite . .



Normally we would have popped in here for a drink, before wending our way homewards, but one of our joint resolutions for this year is to give less of our hard earned dosh to breweries, so instead we drove to . . .



Cherhill (pronounced "Sheryl" by the locals) Down, where we had a little wander around, and then ate our lunch sarnies in the car.









The weather was glorious, a lull in the stormy conditions of the month so far, and so much nicer than sitting in an empty pub.