On my first weekend back home, I just had to head to The Old Biscuit Mill for breakfast, people watching and a spot of shopping.

It never disappoints. I left with quite a few treats in my grubby little paws. A beautiful porcelain butter dish sits proudly on my kitchen counter, a tub of peanut butter ice-cream from The Creamery is resting in my freezer and a box of delicious macaroons from Ma Mère Maison is staring at me, begging to be eaten.

Not too shabby, no?