As the train moved further south-east and drew closer to the sea, the weather got sunnier and sunnier.
A quick day-trip to Brighton this Saturday: we took in cavernous junk shops and overpriced architectural salvage in the Lanes, browsed fruitfully in indie record shops (well, the Boy did - I read the Guardian in the sunshine outside) and generally ambled aimlessly.
Then to tea at Sian and Matt's, bearing dreamily beautiful cakes from the Angel Food Bakery: strawberries and cream, smooth red velvet, vanilla topped with sugar butterflies, and to top it all off, devil's food cake.
Finally, we finished up with dinner with the Aged Parents and the Affianced Couple at the cavernous Bill's Produce Store on North Road, a 'horn of plenty' style deli with wide oak tables for communal dining. Tasty, tender Moroccan lamb stew with lashings of harissa and yogurt for me, and a lush walnut, spinach and goat's cheese cannelloni for the Veggie. Lots of rich, velvety Syrah to wash it down. Too full for pud (I had my eye on rhubarb and white chocolate croissants, He had his on profiteroles), most unheard of.
I fell asleep in the car and woke up at the Blackwall Tunnel, a fine finish!
