Written in retrospect
We woke late, which isn’t out of the ordinary for us, although the peaceful nature of the cottage certainly helped. We were too late for breakfast so decided to head to nearby Wells-Next-The-Sea for a hearty Sunday roast. Wells is such a pretty little town and we lucked out by chancing upon The Globe Inn which is apparently award-winning. It was a standard, gastropub layout but the staff were very friendly and attentive, offering me a local vodka when I asked for my usual vodka, lime and soda which was sweeter than normal, kind of honeyish.
The menu featured beef, pork and lamb for the Sunday roasts as well as a selection of veggie options and a crab salad special. I was in the mood for a roast – I needed something substantial – so I ordered a veggie roast – everything but the meat. Shortly afterwards, the very friendly waitress came over to say that unfortunately the roast potatoes weren’t vegetarian and neither were the Yorkshire puddings or the cabbage which was cooked with bacon and therefore my dinner would basically only consist of cauliflower cheese. This wasn’t too much of a problem – I plumped for the crab salad instead which was served with new potatoes, broccoli, crusty bread and homemade tartar sauce. It was delicious – I’ve never had fresh crab before and it’s amazingly sweet. Mr P went for the beef which he said was one of the best Sunday roasts he’d ever had.
After our fill, we drove down to the beach. Taking care to note where we could take the whippet, we headed to the beach via a pine forest and Mr P reminisced about playing here as a kid with his brothers and how they pretended it was the forest where the Ewoks lived in Star Wars – to be honest, this reference was lost on me having never watched any of the Star Wars films. Wells beach is gorgeous – beautiful golden sand lined with pastel-coloured beach huts. It was windy but the perfect antidote to a night on the booze and a great way to walk off a large dinner.
After a quick drink in a pub on the seafront, we decided to go back to Sheringham and chilled for a bit with a glass of wine and The Chase. Mr O text me apologising for his absence and saying that he and Miss W had been snoozing on the sofa all day. I hadn’t expected them to be at our beck and call all weekend – I didn’t want to put them out. and it was nice to spend some quality time with Mr P after he was away so much over the summer.
We decided to have dinner at a pub called The Lobster. This was a lovely, dark and cosy pub with keep nets festooned across the ceiling. The staff were lovely, bringing the whippet a bowl of water without being asked. We decided to move onto red wine – it was a breezy, drizzly evening and this was the perfect pub to hunker down in. I ordered a portion of mussels and a side of chips which honestly would’ve been enough for the two of us to share. It was tasty though and after another bottle of wine, we stumbled home.