Got a call from the welder last night. He was waiting outside Rick Stein's fish and chip shop for his tea.
Six pounds fifty for fish and chips, but in this case you are getting assured quality because of Rick Stein's reputation as both a local restaurateur, but also high profile TV chef. You'll pay £ 5.85 down the road from here and the fish isn't even cod.
Of course, I got the weather report of how sweltering it has been down there (it's hot here too Wally).
He's made lots of sand castles on the beach, didn't say whether he'd been metal detecting or wearing his socks n sandals round the town.
I should bump into him before he comes back from Padstow, as I am going down there a week on Friday, to collect OBC and his crew of matey's from the boat. In fact tomorrow is a red letter day for someone who's been pretty much grounded since mid-May. I am taking them down to collect the boat in Gloucestershire. Then, as it's only thirty minutes down the motorway, I shall go pay my annual homage to my old home town of Clevedon.
View from the end of Clevedon pier
