Eventually I ended up lunching in solitary splendour in Toulouse-Lautrec where they thoughtfully provide books (below) for the sole diner. I started with a kind of tower of a small toasted bun covered in mushrooms, with a folded bacon rasher above, then topped with a perfect egg, a kind of mini breakfast. This was followed by trout with almonds, fondant potatoes and a mixed green salad which was excellent. I was tempted and had a small pudding of apples with ice cream, after which I staggered home, replete. Fortunately it was quite a hearty walk, so may have made up for the lunch a bit.