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October 20, 2012

It was chilly and a bit misty down by the river this morning, but the sun was out promising a good day. I collected some apples from Paul – he of the bookshop-cum-watercress-repository – some to eat and some to paint. They look lovely – cox-like, but quite large. “Not a commercial variety” opined the beloved.

I’ve put them in the pantry to keep cool. It was too nice a day to paint, so instead we went…shopping. It’s not my favourite passtime, but sometimes needs must.  Arlo, who keeps on growing, and who’s going on a school residential soon, needs four changes of clothes which it’s OK to get muddy and wet. Four!  So we decided to go to Plymouth  in search of  cheap clothes. I had hoped that charity shops might be a fruitful searching ground, but they weren’t and they were also very crowded. Must be the recession.

In the end we managed to kit the boy out in suitable attire, but we also got stung for a ridiculously expensive, cloying sweet and very busy “milk” shake – the base probably had some milk in it, but it was overwhelmingly chocolate and caramel and whipped cream. I should have taken a photo.

As the sun went down, we’d had enough walking and went in search of something “proper” to eat. The Barbican is the oldest and most historic part of Plymouth. It’s where the pilgrim fathers finally set off to find the new world from, it’s where Plymouth Gin is made, and it wasn’t bombed.

For a long time  it was dominated by the fish market, fishing boats and lots of  pubs, but now Sutton Harbour has its fair share of  classy boats and bijou and not so bijou restaurants.

We’d already had a cake earlier from Jacka’s bakery,  the oldest in Britain – bakery that is, not cake – so we turned our attention towards something savoury. There are more restaurants than you can shake a stick at and the smells coming from some of the Indian restaurants were very enticing, but we weren’t searching for that kind of meal.  The bijou restaurants are enticing too, but unfortunately the prices are  never very bijou. Fortunately, there are lots of fish and chip shops on the Barbican.


We plumped for the Harbourside fish and chip shop – possibly because there was a sign saying the variety of potato (Maris Piper) being used for the chips – and found that you can have three portions of the most delicious haddock and too many chips and a drink each for under £20. And you can sit outside and drink in the atmosphere and pretend you are eating outside a posher place.

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