Another day, another harbour. This is Brixham harbour, Brixham being one of the three towns which make up the Borough or Torbay. This is where we went yesterday but we left it too late (12.30 pm) and were unable to park.
I expect, had we wandered around for long enough, we’d have found a car park with a space, but everywhere was so crowded – what did we expect at lunchtime in this small fishing community on a summer’s day? We had planned to have crab sandwiches by the harbour as we have done in previous years …
Sitting at one of these tables, our view of the harbour would have been this …
But it wasn’t to be. Never mind, we can go another day, but we will have to go very early in the morning to enable us to park the car. The alternatives are to go by ferry from either Torquay or Paignton, or to take the bus (but even the bus can be snarled up in traffic tail backs, as there is only one road in and one road out of Brixham, but at least with the bus you don’t have to worry about finding a parking space.)
Never mind, we decided to have our lunch in our favourite hotel on Paignton sea front. And we can park there, too!
Had it not been windy (which it was) we might’ve taken a seat under these awnings, but instead we had our lunch in the conservatory. We chose cod and chips, nice and simple, with mushy peas, but the female waiter (a dear lady from Romania) returned to our table and said there was only one cod and chips left, but there was a sea bream on the ‘Today’s Specials’ menu, so husband had that. I even gave him some of my battered cod so he’d not felt hard-done-by; sea bream is lovely, but when you want fish and chips, you want your fish in a lovely crispy batter!
Chris’s sea bream is the top photo, my battered cod is the bottom photo, and it was delicious. Chips here (and in other establishments) are now often served in little wire baskets, miniature versions of the old chip basket which goes into deep fat or oil to fry chips. I see little point to things like this, and tipped them out onto my plate. The virulent green stuff is mushy peas and actually these taste far better than they look. To drink husband always has lager & lime (you can take the man out of the 1960s but you can’t take the 1960s out of the man!) and I have half a pint of bitter beer (Tetley’s) and very good it is, it is always the right cool temperature (but not icy) and with a lovely creamy head on it. The perfect (half) pint.
We then went home and rested for part of the afternoon (husband did gardening much later in the day). Husband fell asleep on one of the sofas, and I decided to rest on the bed and read, but first making myself a cup of coffee. I nodded off for a while, too.
Oh dear, I’ve been found out! A chocolate macaroon after fish and chips! In mitigation, we didn’t indulge in a dessert! (And the glass contains water. Really.)
I have just finished reading the 4th in the crime series by Alison Bruce, and yesterday morning the last two in the series-of-seven arrived.
And here is the full set. I am now reading The Backs, with The Promise and Cambridge Black still to go. I shall miss the main characters in these books once I’ve finished the series, and I do hope Alison Bruce considers writing more about DC Gary Goodhew, PC Sue Gully and DI Marks, and all at Parkside Police Station overlooking Parker’s Piece in Cambridge.
As to the weather, it is decidedly cooler. Not cold, but much more like an English summer, a few clouds in the sky, a slight breeze, and when I woke up I felt the need to pop on my dressing gown before I made coffee. Not sure what we are doing for the rest of the day, but wherever you are, may you have a good day.
Until next time.