Beth suggested that she and Nigel took a stroll down to the Lock Gates Tea Room which was near the end canal, right by the sea.
Nigel thought that it sounded like the most romantic evening ever, the smell of leather, shiny chrome and roaring exhausts, and Beth thought that he would have fitted in very well amongst all the Bikers, but, unfortunately, his visit was in the wrong week!!!
However, as a wide range of full-bodied cake was still on offer, it would look most rude not to wander over.Nigel was very impressed by the decor, and said that Darrell would have loved it too ………..
…… it was all pale grey, white and seasidey, with local artists work on display and for sale.The atmosphere was so lovely, friendly, it made him, he said, feel all “chillaxed of an early Autumn Cornish holiday type nature!”
It has to be said that it took Nigel quite a while to make his considered lunch time choice. A Cornish clotted cream tea would have been nice, but there again, it would have been the sixth of his holiday so far, and though he didn’t want to admit it, he was feeling a little clotted cream and sconed out.
In the end it had to be a Italian Meat Ciabatta, a slight deviation from the Cornish cuisine he had been embracing………
Cornwall, sighed Nigel, was just getting betterer and betterer and yielded so many pleasures that perhaps next year we should consider giving Greece the big heave ho in favour of more closer climes.