A walk in the sun, a lunch in the pub and big ears
A Christmas fair
There is a Christmas fair currently on, on the front. They have had the brilliant idea of housing all the stalls in sheds, so in inclement weather, the stalls can still open without ruining all their stock.
There was a chap shouting his wares and selling hot roasted chestnuts, how traditional is that! I walked by the chap selling delicious smelling hot chocolate, just as he shouted, at the top of his voice, ‘HOT CHOCOLATE, GET YER HOT CHOCOLATE ‘ERE’!
There were fresh Christmas wreaths, mistletoe, holly and poinsettia. Mike said, would you like a poinsettia? Yes please, I said. So he bought me one. Aah!
We had a look at some hand made chocolates and Mike bought himself half a dozen and ate them walking along; there was seasonal music playing and people singing along; lots of christmassy jumpers; mulled wine; a harpist; a real wood fired pizza oven and all sorts of other interesting things. It gave a real spring in our step for the rest of the walk up to The Meads.
Lunch time in the pub
We had lunch in The Pilot Inn. I had lamb shank with loads of lovely fresh veg – buttery mashed swede and carrot, roast parsnip, sprouts and roasties and a big fluffy, crispy Yorkshire. There was much too much meat for me and I gave Mike half of it. Once we’d got home, I made an apple crumble, and we had that for tea with some creme fraiche. I also made some pumpkin soup. It’s a fasting day tomorrow, so I’ll miss breakfast, have some soup for lunch and fish cakes for tea. 600 calories in all.
I love to people watch, and walking along the front, I catch intriguing snippets of conversation from those going past in the opposite directions.
Today, I heard ‘so I signed up for 3 months’ of what? Pilates, Amazon, Netflix?
There were two middle aged ladies, and one said, in a concerned voice, to the other ‘well, of course, if he did that‘. What, what, what did he do? Would it be too awful to turn around and follow them for a bit to find out?
Then there was the little boy of about 10. A woman who could have been his granny was saying to him ‘so are you going to carry on afterwards’. Carry on with what, after what?
Ooh, just how intriguing