Giving (and taking) Compliments

So on we drove from Dartmouth to Salcombe. To our lovely hotel. They hadn’t stinted on the room... one of the best in the place, complete with large balcony overlooking the estuary and across to ‘our beach, our beautiful beach’ of nearly 40 continuous years of holidays.

But that could wait... first of all, away to the bar for our complimentary glasses of champagne.

Then back to the room for our complimentary gin and/or sherry. There was no question of ’or’ for me... but Mrs H declined both.

She looked lovely. I was very complimentary.

It seems complimentaries were flying!