The weekend started in a very promising fashion with a boiled egg and soldiers and coffee in my favourite mug ( Ooops, I couldn’t resist dunking a couple of soldiers before I took the photo…what a bad blogger!)
Then it was on to pick my friend up for an easy and traffic-jam free journey to Torquay (despite Glastonbury). However when we arrived it did look like a cloud had landed on the coast. It was the great British summer in all it’s glory.
The rain was absolutely unbelievable But there is always a silver lining as it meant an afternoon spent relaxing with the paper and my knitting.
It made a really nice change for both of us to be able sit down on a Saturday afternoon so it was actually a real pleasure.
Finally the rain lifted a little and we set off to explore, find the car park we would use before the race and locate a nice bar for a glass of wine. I have to say that sadly we didn’t see the English Riviera in it’s best light. I am sure that with lots of glorious sunshine it would have looked a lot better! It also must have been amazing in it’s heyday when the upper echelons of Victorian society visited. I found some wonderful old photos here and here.
The one bright spot that caught my eye despite the torrential rain was this amazing row of beach huts. They were quite stunning and so beautifully looked after.
I can highly recommend here for tapas. I totally forgot to take photos as the food was devoured before I thought about it but I did snap the wine which is equally as important, as I am sure you would agree (aren’t those glasses lovely? I would love to get some like that.)
Sunday was spent running in very hot weather along a road that I could have sworn should have been flat but unfortunately for my poor legs was very, how shall I say it, undulating! But it was worth it.
Lunch followed with the lovely Roger the Lodger and her family in Pizza Express before we hot-footed it home. We crammed so much in that it felt like I had been away for a week Perfect.