This is a photo of the tower of All Saints’ C of E Church in Babbacombe, Torquay. It was built between 1868 and 1874 in the Victorian Gothic Revival style. I’m not a great lover of this style of architecture but at least it looks elegant and has stood the test of time which is more than can be said for many buildings which have been erected in the last century.
We were in Babbacombe this morning (after a visit to Next to order some wellington boots for our grandson) as I wanted to visit several charity shops that are in the main shopping street.
Photo taken in the summer of 2014
I was on the look-out for any books, games or toys which I might buy to have at home for when our little grandson calls. He’s now at the stage where he can read fluently and so I must find books which aren’t too babyish for him and yet, on the other hand, not too advanced. I have ordered him a children’s encyclopaedia for a present for World Book Day on the 8th of this month. I loved my children’s encyclopaedia when I was a child and although I know a lot of information changes by the hour so that such a book is already out of date on publication, some information remains present-and-correct, we might say.
Having found a couple of books and a set of draughts – I can’t think what happened to all the games our boys had, but we certainly don’t have them any longer – we decided instead of calling at the golf club for morning coffee we’d drive over to our The Palace Hotel on the sea front for a shared beef sandwich, a portion of chips (again to share) and a pot of coffee for two.
The sun put in a brief appearance as I photographed this, but don’t let those chips fool you – they were not as delicious as they look here. Indeed, they tasted awful and so I mentioned this to the waitress who had served us (or should that be female waiter?) and she said she’d mention it to the manager. When I came to pay he was at the desk and said we’d not been charged for the chips. I thanked him and said that they arrived so quickly after we had placed our order that even had they been microwaved, they could not possibly have been freshly cooked, and that they tasted as if they had been cooked in stale cooking oil.
He didn’t say anything – perhaps he didn’t understand me; I think English was perhaps his 2nd language – but he just turned tail and walked away! I said to the young assistant standing close by that an apology would’ve been nice and she said, “Oh, I’m really sorry …” and I said, “Oh, not you; good manners start from the top and the manager should have apologized for the poor quality of the chips.” In the hospitality trade, surely the least we can expect is hospitality? [I would add here that two biscuits per person are always served with a pot of coffee, which is a nice touch, and also when any meal is ordered – even a simple sandwich – you are given a small dish containing given peanuts and olives.]
We then drove home and I found that the latest copy of my favourite magazine, The English Home, had arrived, along with the Sarah Raven catalogue …
And later this evening, two books arrived, rather timely as I finished a Ruth Saberton novel yesterday evening. I know I have plenty of reading material here, but there’s nothing quite like a couple of new books to whet the reading appetite, is there? It has been such a cold and wet and windy day that I poured us a small glass of port each. We are not regular wine drinkers, but a glass of port now and again, or the old lady’s drink, port & lemon, is rather nice and warming on a very chilly evening.
The daffodils that I bought on Saturday and which I thought were white doubles have turned out to be singles, but they are still very pretty even though I know that they won’t last long. But for £1-a-bunch they are worth every one of the 100 pennies.
A short post today about nothing very much. I am now going to curl up by the fireside and start to read one of the new books … I wonder which one?
Until next time.