On towards Amble, which I hadn’t been to for years.
Loads of day-trippers to the Northumberland coast that weekend, including a fair few recovering from the Great North Run with a pint and chips.
I did the pre-chip exercise along the bay, through the Marina,
and wondered how I’d avoided amiable Amble for so long.
The ever unreliable GBG app*, which is currently refusing my attempts to renew for 2022 (why isn’t THAT on the news, rather than fuel shortages), told me the Cock & Bull was here;
So I pressed on down Queen Street, admiring the shop fontage,
and feeling glad my name wasn’t Bryan Douglas.
On towards posh Amble, where the boats and bistros collide.
And then I saw the sign for the Cock & Bull with its John Smiths hatred.
It rang a bell. I typed “Amble” into my own blog search engine.
Oh dear. Not only was I here before, it was ONLY two years ago.
Oh well, not going in again, let’s have fish & chips.
But not from one of those fancy pla(i)ces called Sea & Soil, let’s go for the locals’ one called Queen’s Plaice.
Except it wasn’t. A giant amount of research reveals it’s Lewis’s**, taking over Trotters Bakery.
Whatever, it was truly magnificent, huge crispy chips and giant cod, as good as I’ve had this year.
And as I scoffed it by the boatyard, I reckoned my unnecessary return to Amble was a brilliant mistake.
*The other Amble GBG entry had hilariously duff signage in 2019 now I remember.
**Blimey, also just found out that this is the Lewis’s that I raved about in Seahouses last year !