European Escapades

Morris Major Swallows Eight Track

20

Feb

2010

View of Well-next-the-Sea Harbour at low tide View of Well-next-the-Sea Harbour at low tide.

On our first night in Wells-next-the-Sea, we decide that a little trip to the town centre was in order. A little tricky at first as there was no pavement from the campsite for the first ½ mile and so a trek across the wet and muddy grass verges was the order of the day.  Once reaching the safety of the pavement on the outskirts of town we headed into the town centre noting the Edinburgh Pub at the top of the high street next to Barclays bank. We progressed down the sloping high street towards the quay side that we could see in the distance. I small narrow high street that you would expect of a small seaside town with various shops including a green grocer and two butchers.

One interesting shop was a deli rather like I would expect in France with lots of sausages hanging from the window and a selection of other dried meats and pate on show. We were greeted with the sight at the bottom of a low tide with boats strewn around the sandy estuary either floating or out of the water on the sand. The marshlands beyond gave a vivid contrast to the human presence by their desolate appearance. That’s not to say that the birds and other wildlife would agree that we say flying around as we admired the views. The front had the obligatory Amusement arcade so common on our UK shores and so not missed when we visit our continental cousins. Why do we see a need for these things I don’t know although I will admit to being a frequent visitor in my younger days. The front also had a number of fish and chip shops and an absolutely beautiful picture postcard Rock Shop. Bright candy stick and homemade peanut brittle was surrounded by the garish neon signage so reminiscent of these kinds of establishments. Absolutely fantastic….

Our Friend Morris Our Friend Morris, who we suspect of swallowing a forever repeating eight track tape recorder.

With my stomach rumbling telling me to exit the rock shop as it was time to eat, we headed back up the hill towards the Edinburgh for a drink before deciding on where we were going to eat that night. That’s when we met Morris, who was ninety one you know, and he drank a bottle of whisky a day and that’s why he was still as healthy as the day he was born. We presume it was true as he told everyone in the pub the same thing numerous times as he walked from table to table to find a seat and a friendly ear. I couldn’t resist, I piped up that I hoped the half pint glass he was holding was not all Whisky. A look of despair from Frances, told me I was onto a winner, as he promptly sat down next to us to tell us he was still ninety one and still drunk a bottle of Whisky a day, and if we need to check we could ask the barman. We found that this elixir of health was not all it was cracked up to be as Morris was on antibiotics at the time and he couldn’t drink alcohol. Hence the half pint of Bass he was drinking. But even though he was ninety one he was still up and about unlike other men half his age who were laid up in bed with flu or whatever he had. Oh and he drank a bottle of Whisky a day you know. With the conversation going this well I had to buy the chap another drink and continue on with this fine conversation, even if it did repeat itself on a number of occasions, normally when another patron proceeded to walk past or sit down near us. Morris as far as we now know came from Devon and used to be an Air force engineer and a physical trainer, He lost his wife either seven or two years ago (we never did get the same date twice out of him) who was pretty as a picture and better looking than Joan Collins, and he now lived in a 500K house between all of these multimillionaire just outside of Wells. He hates Lager and has jam in his porridge every morning. That’s why his ninety one you know.

And I thought it was the Whisky?

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