Lyme Regis

Robi asked to come over from Zurich and visit Cornwall, but not in the awful English rain please. Err? Steve, Heather and I are due to catch up and if the Cornwall trip comes off (unlikely), Robi and I pass their front door, sort of. I think we invited ourselves but Steve and Heather were up for it. Nope,  the weather is horrible so Robi decided to just come for 3 days. Hang on? Friday evening Steve has a fine fish restaurant booked. Lyme Regis in the rain or Wood End in the rain. We thought it was a no brainer. Making our way to Lyme Regis on a Friday in August in torrential rain didn't feel to good, but we have all had so much rain across Northern Europe this Summer, we are all past caring.

The sun came out and eventually we arrived. Late and stressed we never the less embraced the walking tour Steve had sorted out for us.

If it had rained of course, we would have had a sound reason for three pints in the Volunteer. It didn't, so it had to be a mini cultural event for Robi.

Heather joined us in the evening for dinner. Fish and chips is as close as Steve gets to sea food. Robi got stuck into scallops and prawns on tagliatelle. For me it was lobster, crab and prawn sald. If you have to lose weight, do it in style. Unfortunately the tools supplied wouldn't touch the lobster claw. Solution? Take it outside onto the cobbles and jump on it! Steve and Heather coped well with Robi and I speaking Engmanish. Mainly English but shifting randomly into German. Vorsprung durch verwirrung verursacht! Actually, my German is lousy, so I was glad of the practise. I notice Heather joined in a little also.

Saturday the M5 was a car park due to an accident at Bristol (no surprise). We got off at the Severn bridge and crossed into wales complete with our hangovers. Any hope of an afternoon schnoozle was lost somewhere around Gloucester. We settled for a carnivore grill at my place, followed by a merlot grappa and early bed. Visits with Robi are always fun. Apart from trying to fit a 6'8" Swiss guy into a VW Polo!