St Margaret’s
The first days of spring are finally upon us. Having spent all day yesterday stuck inside building a website for our wedding, I declared today a wedding-free zone. After a long lie-in, Aude suggested we go down to St Margaret’s to have some lunch by the seaside – it would be a good chance to enjoy the good weather, take the Corvette for a spin, and generally get out of the house.
Turns out it wasn’t an original idea. After waiting 20 minutes to place my order (with the typical surly English service that implies that being a customer of their establishment is some sort of great privilege) and nearly giving up the will to live, we finally had our order taken – only to be told that they had sold out of nearly everything that was on the menu. So we had two portions of mackerel, because that’s what they had left. It took bloody ages to arrive, and in the end, we were tempted to leave without paying because it was taking so long to get the bill.
Never mind, it was a beautiful day out and a good chance to stretch the Corvette’s legs. It’s been sitting for a while, but after a little TLC and coaxing, it burbled into life and ran absolutely perfectly. Fingers crossed for more warm weather next weekend – it would be great to take the car out two weekends in a row!
