Beach baby...

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It's been an interesting twenty four hours since we last spoke.

Being very typically British, Miss R and our prospective other halves schlepped down to the beach yesterday morning.  Having been fleeced for deckchairs and a couple of windbreaks (it was a tad breezy) we found a suitable spot (away from young children and people who looked like they might be loud...well, louder than us anyway).  The wind breaks were extremely effective, being almost tall enough to keep our knees breeze-free, but as for the rest of us, well let's just say that the wind gave me a similar effect to a facelift while Miss R who was seated opposite couldn't see a thing as her hair blew forward obstructing any view she may have had (think Cousin Itt from the Adams family and you'll get the idea).

We lasted till 1.30pm, managing to endure thick cloud, stiff breeze and plummeting temperatures before finally bowing to the inevitable as the heavens opened.  This was the cue to start one of my favourite games - Devon and Cornwall Bingo.  Within an hour of leaving the beach, between us we'd managed to tick off crab sandwiches, fudge, seafood, and cider.  This isn't an auspicious start really, as by tomorrow morning, if I stand any chance of a full house, I need to tick off pasties, a cream tea and fish and chips.

Talking of fish and chips, the plan last night was to go the chippy to get some cod and chips and eat it straight from the bag.  As the weather whipped up though, we decided to go to the pub instead.  Miss R and Woody, who are staying in an Airbnb with a serial killer (no beds made after they leave each morning and a limit on tea bags) told us that the aforementioned landlord had advised a pub not far away who did, and I quote, 'the best fish and ships in North Devon'.

What a recommendation....

Sitting in the crammed pub, we eagerly scoured the menu, even though we all knew what we would be having.  And guess what?  Fish and chips wasn't on the menu last night.  It must be the only establishment within fifty miles which has made this foolish decision, and it was with a heavy heart that steak and ale pie was ordered.

I was really hacked off.

Steak and ale pie wasn't going to help me with  full house was it?

Mind you, we still have twenty four hours...




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