Last Staurday morning, the only breakfast to be found was at The Little Chef. Little Chef is not generally my favourite place to go, but Saturday was different. My heart sank as I spotted the two coaches parked outside. “Oh no!” I thought, “It’ll take forever to get served.”

Inside, it was humming. The whole place had been taken over my a Sikh groom’s wedding party. They had travelled down from somewhere further North and were having their breakfast. There was and awful lot of chat and gossip and business being done.

The staff seemed prepared as there was a large contingent on duty. A special breakfast chef seemed to be on duty and my fry up arrived in better condition than normal and really quite quickly too.

The other, normal, eaters looked either bemused or confused. The staff seemed to be loving it. As I finished, the drumming began and the party began assembling outside for a bit of impromptu dancing. I thought it was great fun but I couldn’t help noticing a little gaggle in the car park, tut-tutting and shaking their heads. Obviously singing and dancing and celebrating weddings is not on in North Stoke motorway roundabout carparks!