Thursday night saw myself and the geezer taking the train to Brighton for a spur of the moment trip to the seaside. He had been on his hols all week while I'd been caught up with unavoidable work stuff, but we both had Friday free so decided to make the most of the glorious weather at least for a short break.
The Grand Hotel, availed of on a last minute deal, was just that. Feather-soft beds, and smoked haddock and poached egg on the breakfast menu.
Friday was a simple matter of several hours on the beach, reading the paper and soaking up a few rays, and a ten minute swim for me; the best I could manage before I could feel hypothermia starting to set in! I'd been reluctant at first (although naturally I'd brought my cossie!) until I saw another swimmer, making me feel somewhat competitive. By the time we left the beach it was getting very busy.
At least the swim meant I had no qualms about tucking into these lovely doughnuts - the only type I like. I've never seen the appeal of the cold, stodgy, over-decorated (and badly spelled) Krispy Kreme 'donuts'.
As far as I'm concerned they should be hot out of the oil, lightly sprinkled with sugar and served in a paper bag.
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