We spent a lovely weekend in Walton, in spite of the National Express strike (thankfully lifted on the Friday, allowing us to travel down that evening rather than Saturday morning and losing half of a precious weekend).
Saturday started slowly, with a stroll into town for supplies and by luck we met up with Sue at The Round Tables, where we were obliged to indulge in a fry up brunch. The rest of the day comprised a long sunny afternoon sat in my deckchair on the prom at Hipkins Beach reading Revelation, with an adjournment to the beach hut for a late lunch – more of a tea really – of cheese and biscuits, pork pie and scotch eggs for the meat eaters, and bakery cakes for afters: jam doughnut, bakewell tart and apple strudel. Then back to the prom, the sun and our books.
Sunday started with a champagne and croissant breakfast in honour of Sue’s birthday then, once Phil and Sue’s dad had joined us, a repeat of Saturday’s seaside (in)activity, and chocolate birthday cake for tea.
Distracted by a seal swimming in the surf just off Walton beach, we had to speed walk to catch the (slow) train back to the smoke and a late leftovers supper.
Headline of the weekend: FRINTON: Vicious attack on two men by gang of 30