Sunday, November 23, 2008

We had drinks here whilst choosing what to eat. The house had every possible shade of brown and lots of lovely wood -very
comfortable and relaxed. A November Sunday is quiet - we've had many an anniversary dinner and been the only people there. It was nice to have lunch for a change ; we drank modestly and saved the champers for tonight. I am writing this Sunday night as I have to take my shoulder to the doc's early tomorrow.

We skipped starters and both chose panache of fish with spinach - a lovely sauce and lots of vegetables. There was good nutty bread and for dessert we had chocolate mousse with orange and Grand Marnier (me) and a special creme brulee (MTL) and I can't remember why
it was special.
We were going to share but both became engrossed in eating what was before us.
Coffee and truffles followed. I found the truffles too sweet but they all disappeared


Porlock Weir; even on a glowery day one of the most lovely places in England
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6 comments:

Shane said...

Happy anniversary to you both.
Porlock Weir... sounds like somewhere out of Lord of the Rings.

savannah said...

what a lovely day! we have our 40th next march and i'm hoping we'll be on the same city for a change! xoxo
congratulations again, sugar!

Pat said...

Shane: thank you. It was very popular with Coleridge and co.

Savannah: thank you. My goodness you must have been a child bride.

OldLady Of The Hills said...

It sounds like a gorgeous place, in every way, Pat.....And a lovely delicious Lunch, too!
Too bad about the weather, though....But I bet you and your dear MTL brought much sunshine with you and into your delightful afternoon!

Pat said...

Naomi: it was good - if expensive - but worth it for a special treat.
What is nice is we can have silences which don't seem like silences and we never run out of something to talk about.

neena maiya (guyana gyal) said...

Mm, this is my kind of place, I can sit there and stare out to sea forever.

If it weren't for the signs in the last picture, it would look like a scene from an old painting.