Breakfast in Britain: Home can be heaven!

Sometimes the best place for breakfast is Home.  We enjoy a bit of a lie-in and gather in our dining room overlooking our London garden -- brilliant with a blaze of yellow blossoms.  Our regular feathered visitors drop by:  robins, Parrots, tits and woodpeckers.
Leaping squirrels and sunning foxes make a morning of it.

Happy Husband, enjoying a hot mug of tea, reminds me of an egg poacher we purchased at the Bodiam Castle National Trust Gift Shop a while back.
 Inspiring hope with its sunshine yellow glow, the poacher hooks over the side of a pot and holds the two eggs just above water level inside.  A dab of butter keeps the eggs from sticking.

I remember to create a pleasing geometric pattern with the bread triangles, and voilà! two poached eggs on toast with a flare! Yes, they are runny!

As for the decor -- fascinating spoon collection framing a large map of Britain.   Then there's the wall dedicated to the offspring, the cookie cutter display that reminds us of Happy Husband's Mum, and a recently acquired English country scene painted by a local artist.

And an item hanging in the window, over the sink, that always moves with us, a plastic bag dryer -- for the hard-core re-user of all those veggie bags from the grocers.