A celebratory sending off breakfast for Clo as she embarks on her indefinite travels around South America and wherever else she finds herself. I tell myself on the way in that I’m not having anything big. This is a lie - I end up with the full English. It’s actually quite a good one, in the pecking order of things. Black pudding is present; tomatoes are not. The bacon is proper streaky bacon stuff; the sausages are actually meaty. I could have done with a few more beans, but the hash browns are top notch. It’s a good, solid breakfast, and there’s nowt wrong with that.