You know summer's coming to a close, when a tear rolls down Rick Stein's cheek, because OBC is taking the boat home.
Took him and the crew down to Padstow on Monday afternoon. We had a nice meal in the Custom House, I had a particularly nice piece of haddock, chips and a huge (I mean huge) portion of mushy peas. Was I farting well next morning.
Wasn't the nicest journey home, everything I did went a bit crappy. I left the motorway just south of Weston Super Mare because traffic was a bit thick. the route I took, would take me past the farmhouse of my old boss and good friend Richard, though he's not lived there for a few years having moved to Thailand, I thought it would be nice to bring back a few memories, which it did. A couple of miles on from there, just approaching Weston, the traffic stopped and stayed like that for twenty minutes, making me regret my nostalgia trip. Teddy was out the pram and I did a U turn and picked up the A38 towards Bristol, where I didn't really want to go, but then cut across through lanes, using the names of the little villages like Banwell to navigate towards my intended port of call which was Congresbury, to see if I could get a new carnie.
Disappointment at the choice, a stock of exactly three Venus flytraps to choose from, apparently they had sold most of their stock over the bank holiday weekend. I picked up one new VFT so now have new mouths to feed.
As you can see, quite a few new mouths to feed.
After this, I drove up to Clevedon where major disappointment awaited me in the form of not one damned parking space anywhere on the sea front or in the streets close by. I circled for about twenty minutes before giving up as I needed a pee. Drove up the the Salthouse, a large hotel up by the marine lake. Thought I may as well have a pint and a sandwich. Got totally ignored by the girl serving, who seemed more content in serving all newcomers but ignoring me. I went for a pee and left in a foul mood.
Was so tired when I got back home, I even ditched the idea of using the last hour of having EFPV to load up with stuff I hate carrying home from Tesco like potatoes or pop. So I had a cup of coffee and took EPFV back to Val who dropped me back home and I treated myself to four cans of beer and an early night.
Still enjoyed being out and about, that one day at the seaside is my holidays !
Before they put out to sea, you can see the crew were prepared for anything !
Got John to get a pic of me in my holiday outfit. Shows how much weight I've lost.