I fear I will have to forgo my usual Saturday afternoon treat now that I am in Ramsgate .
I generally pause at 5 for a pot of Earl Grey, accompanied by a round of pate de foie gras sandwiches on plain white bread. It seems, however, that Fortnums do not deliver this far east. "I know," I thought, "I'll toddle down to the Saturday market in town, and buy my pate there."
It was very disappointing to discover that the items on sale ranged from handbags at £3.99, to a selection of enormous spanners. Not a soupcon of pate in sight. Perhaps Harrods will oblige.