Braii on the beach...

The weather had other ideas.

Was it going to stop us?  Not a bit!  The braii was set up on top of the rubble in the hippo bag and the job as they say was a good’un.

Our chef of the day from South Africa was an old hand at the gentle art of barbecuing.  Well gentle isn’t perhaps the word that comes to mind?  All folk strolling along the prom were spoken to, all cars waved at, even the ice cream van tooted on his second pass through the thick starter barbecue smog!  Our standing in Hythe society has taken a knock similar when I think of it to the gentle art of snakes and ladders.  

Up the social climbing ladder we crept, all to land on a snake yesterday and come crashing down.  Am I bothered?  Not a bit!  The men stood tending the fire, like men do on these occasions, us girls sat in the building site called our sitting room laughing and chatting, like women do on these occasions!  Our neighbour returning from a 26 mile bike ride and was duly invited to join us.

The new table was put to good use, the extra leaf which I honestly didn’t think would be called upon that often, was deployed.  This word is a nod to our guests Army credentials.

Mugs of spicy carrot soup to start, and we certainly needed it, as it was perishing cold.

Lots of well cooked food, salads, gravy our chef from South Africa called his potent yummy tomato and onion sauce.
Plum and cinnamon crumble, orange and chocolate torte and a cheese board.

A good happy day.