Oh. In the excitement of telling you all about getting engaged I completely forgot to mention our final trip of 2015. To the bright lights of Hastings!
But anyway. Every so often we get the call & we have to go to the salt air. We picked Hastings for our December jaunt. Half out of thin air, half because of the ease of transport. In the weeks before we left everyone to whom we mentioned our Hastings adventure replied with a “… Hastings?? But why??”
Our hotel was on the waterfront & our room looked out over the sea. Our dinner in the hotel restaurant (food served with more flair than flavour) was mostly spent planning the next day & working out how we could prove the Hastings naysayers wrong.
It turns out a lot of Hastings shuts for the winter.
The next morning we found an American diner in Hastings. An American proprietor & his all-British staff served surprisingly great breakfasts in a building built a hundred years ago. The Pelican Diner! You should go if you’re ever in the area.
We played mini-golf and, as usual, I was either pretty good or utterly rubbish at every hole. Losing profoundly despite always seeming like I might just win.
This is my mini golf burden.
I mean, how is cheese bingo different from regular bingo? Is it cheeses rather than numbers? No.
By the end of the night we’d made friends with half the bar & been bought shots by the bartender. We left to strangers asking us to stay & telling us to come back when we were next in Hastings & that sounds like a lie but I swear it’s the truth.
After being comprehensively beaten (again! The burden!) we walked the waterfront in the cool grey day and, after buying a dressed crab (my first!) to take home for dinner, decided that while Hastings was excellent and truly a great place to visit, two full days is really a bit much.
Anyway, the crab pasta was delicious.