Sunday
Father-in-law’s birthday today, so we’re all off out for Sunday lunch. There’s going to be 5 generations attending, with the youngest one only 2 weeks old.
Lunch is at Crown Point, a pub just outside of the City, £9.95 for two courses and coffee. Although we’ve been there is the past we’ve not visited for about 4 years, but it has a good reputation, and my in-laws go there quite often.
The choice is fairly limited, basically Sunday roast (beef, pork or chicken), with all the trimmings, but when it arrived (I had the pork), it was delicious. Piping hot and a real plateful. Too much really, especially with all the roast potatoes and vegetables, still, I managed to do it justice and clear my plate. The problem was that the dessert had to be tackled as well, a large slice of apple pie and ice-cream, washed down with the coffee. Good job I don’t need to diet. Well worth the money.
After lunch we all set off to the coast to walk off the meal. We went to Scratby and stopped off at a ‘pick your own’ strawberry field to get some fruit for tea.
There were plenty of strawberries on the plants, so we soon filled the containers, but it has to be said they do not taste as nice as they used to.
I’m guessing it’s because the farmers are going for quantity over quality, but there is no depth in the flavour. We had some last week at my cousin’s which she had picked from a small local grower and they were a real blast from the past. Very sweet, and intense. Not so these ones which are a bit watery.
We parked on the street in Scratby, and cut through the caravan site to the amusement arcade. We’ve been coming here for years, as it’s much quieter than Hembsy and Gt Yarmouth, plus my in-laws knew someone who had a bungalow on the cliff tops where they’ve stayed for the odd week in the summer.
A couple of quid on the 2p machines in the Pink Palace (don’t ask) to try and win something that you would not spend twenty pence on in the shops, but it a way of whiling away an hour. I’m sure the adults enjoy it more than the boys these days. I managed to win a genuine cut glass diamond paper weight (about the size of the Koh-i-Noor diamond), much to the disgust of number one son.
I celebrated my success with a large 99, and we walked along the cliffs to see the old bungalow. It’s up for auction with a guide price of £100,000, a (very) quick discussion of whether we could all chip in and buy it followed, and a rapid conclusion that it’s a lot of money for a wooden building that needs total refurbishment, even if it does have fantastic sea views.
Next stop is the café for a pot of tea (why does so much of my life revolve around food and drink?), and I end up feeding the baby her milk. Whilst babies are clearly very cute, as with last week it’s always nice to be able to hand them back before the messy bits start.
Back to work tomorrow
NorfolknGood
Great post!