Rest day. Sorely needed to heal Jamie’s traumatized butt, and to give my knee a rest. After a very leisurely morning routine of full English breakfast (minus the black pudding) and 2 pots of coffee, we visited the remains of the Abbey/Castle that loom large at the entrance to the town. We also found a bike shop and checked the tire pressures once again to make sure we don’t end up with another puncture along the way. We ended up going down to the Edwards Bay, a popular sandy swimming beach just beneath the castle, to partake in food from Riley’s fish shack. Made of two containers (one, which houses the griddle, the oven and all food prep areas, and the other with rows of communal high top tables for patrons to sit while enjoying the food). The 4 person staff expertly wend their way around the kitchen area like clockwork, filling long lists of orders for fresh, cooked to order, fish meals (mackerel wrap, crispy skin halibut, etc). Though the service hardly felt efficient while we waited for an hour for our food, I know for certain that those 4 people were constantly in motion and aiming to please. The queue of more than a dozen people at any time seemed to appreciate that, as well. After the stroll through town, it was nap time, then dinner again. Jamie had lost all appetite, fighting a cold, and initially did not want to eat anything. When we got the order of chicken Jalfrezi and sat down at the B&B’s dining room, with the company of the gay couple (Neil and Stephen) that runs the place, though, the smell of the tasty spicy dish and the company seemed to have reawakened his appetite.
