Inside or Out?

The KHT had an appointment that required dropping her off at 1pm and collecting her at 4pm.
"What are we going to do?" asked DH
"We will find somewhere to go and have lunch," I replied, "I don't want my lunch at 11:30!"
"I thought you might say that" responded DH.

The KHT was duly dropped off at the appointed time, with wellies, waterproof, drink, cash and probably loads of other things she did not require. We set the satnav and made our way down narrow country lanes to a farm shop, which had good reviews online, and where I thought we could have lunch.
The only complication being DH's allergies. Apparently, he isn't gluten intolerant, but we don't know what the issue is. Following a gluten-free diet seems to keep him clear of most irritations, but he also seems to react badly to pepper. Having removed salt from most foods on health grounds, adding pepper to a dish seems to be the cheapest and most common way of enhancing the flavour.

The farm shop is based on an old barn. The disabled toilet is in a portacabin on the right-hand side of the building.
Fortunately, the previous occupant had helpfully left the door wide open, to let the next person know that it was vacant.
Unfortunately, this meant that the first thing you saw as you approached the premises, was a white porcelain pan... I am not convinced that this was the image the owners wanted you to have imprinted on your brain.

We could see that the cafe was at the right-hand end, as we could see tables beyond the glass door, which also bore a sign that said 'No entry'.
The next door was ajar, so we walked in, and then noticed the smaller sign on the door that also said 'No entry'. It was too late, we were in.
I enquired what gluten-free items were on offer. The lady thought and suggested "Jacket Potato!".
Sorted.

There were quite a few tables inside, but as it was so hot, we decided to eat outdoors. The sun immediately went in, the temperature plummeted and the wind got up. I regretted leaving my cardi in the car. The food was most excellent - one of the nicest jacket potatoes I have had in a long time. The salad included tomatoes and cooked courgettes, and didn't include coleslaw! Phew! Another positive was that they knew what a Flat White was...

Despite the disabled toilet being so prominently positioned, the Ladies was discretely tucked away slightly to one side, so you didn't feel that you were in full view of the car park. Although technically outside toilets, they were clean and well kept and not too draughty!

After lunch, we headed south, along narrow lanes, and by chance found a parking space close to the Avon, so we went for a pleasant walk along the river bank, admiring the boats as they passed by.

With less than an hour until collection was required, we headed south to the next bridge over the river and headed back north to collect a happy, but weary and peopled out, KHT.
As we drove off she enquired
"Has Dad got his 'idiot magnet' on?" 
Somedays when DH is driving he seems to find a succession of drivers who are behaving in unorthodox ways, so we call this his 'idiot magnet'.
Fortunately, we didn't encounter any bonkers drivers worthy of this epithet.
Tomorrow may be different...