I always love to hear where you’re calling in from, our host commented as I identified myself into the conference call. I’d pulled into a Pay and Display lot in Milford on Sea, where I could hopefully get some quiet and a decent cell signal.
And a view. It was lovely
The beach glowed Dutch orange in the late afternoon light,the sea a cobalt blue. Cliffs shone white beyond: my tablet identified them as the north-western tip of the Isle of Wight.
The call had some rare good news, resolving a long-standing question and opening a forward path for us. This clearly warranted a bit recognition with food-and-a view. I put the tablet away and trusted to luck.
The coast road wound along the bluffs,one spectacular beach after another.
But a seaside cafe or coffee shop? All were closed.
The wind rose: the cold deepened with the dusk. It was looking like a Tesco wrap or salad was in the offing when I pulled into Avon Beach and found the Noisy Lobster. It was empty at 6:30, but the(rude) waitress said it would soon fill and seated me at the back.
<sigh> No matter.
The food was very good (a delicate potato-leek soup and a lightly spiced seafood linguine), and the view was inspiring.
I haven’t found the perfect spot along the coast yet, but I’m getting warmer…