It’s Mothering Sunday, which means it’s as good an excuse as any to head over to the halfway house of Didcot to meet up with, shorthand, Nana and the nuclear family. Wildwood is an easy choice, I suppose - it’s predictable, it’s close enough to parking, it’s good enough. It’s hard to get excited by it, but fine, we make do. I think I help myself this time by maybe not going down the more obvious routes. A bruschetta to start is quite nice, with a good, colourful range of tomatoes, whipped ricotta, and a red pepper tapenade all complementing each other well. For my main, some pan fried salmon with an almost puttanesca accompaniment, all tomato and black olives and capers. There’s a suitable crispness to the searing, without drying the salmon. It’s - yes, fair enough - pretty good for chain fare. Less so the brownie, which just reaffirms my rule that you shouldn’t order brownies at a restaurant when you know you can make better yourself. Before long, I’m setting back off to Bristol, looking forward to potentially last minute seeing someone I’d really quite like to see, which carries me through the train journey back home.