Now that's what I call Breakfast

Now that's what I call Breakfast
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Steve and I woke up at about eightish and decided that the plan for the morning was to make our own tea and coffee, and order a bit of breakfast on room service. We put on the nice white bathrobes so as not to scare the porter, made sure the "Do Not Disturb" sign was off the door, and lazily made cuppas and found some TV programme to have on in the background, which was a bit of a novelty for us.

As you can see, breakfast was (a) enormous and (b) varied, we didn't like all of it but we only just managed to finish the bits we did like anyway, so not to worry. Then we relaxed for a bit and slowly got dressed and sun-creamed up for the day, and by 11am we were out of the room and heading out. Steve suggested I might like to see the sea from the West coast rather than the East, which sounded reasonable to me, so off we set. I had thought that while we were up this way we might visit our friend Rupert, also known as The Bear, who lives on the Wirral. Steve said that we'd have lunch by the seaside, and then call The Bear and see what he was up to for the afternoon.

So I was more than a little confused when we suddenly pulled off an A-road into a residential area a bit East of Liverpool, and parked the car...