02.04.2013 - 02.04.2013 5 °C
Today we went out as a threesome, and left Hannah and my mom at home, as they were both feeling a little ill. But my dad, aunt and I braved the cold and the wind to go for a walk at Beachy Head, which is a very green area right on the side of some cliffs, looking right over the water. It was a very pretty spot, and the cliffs were extremely high and went straight down. Our walk was a little under two hours, and despite the strong wind and low temperature, we all enjoyed it.
After our walk we took a little drive to Battle, a small town near Hastings where the Battle of Hastings took place. On the way we stopped at a place for lunch called Crown Carveries. It reminded us of a cross between ABC's and Denny's back home. Unfortunately, earlier that day they had a little mishap in their kitchen, and the only thing they were able to feed us were desserts or starters. Even though there wasn't much to choose from we decided to give it a go, as we didn't have very many options otherwise. I ordered some tomato soup and cheesy garlic bread, my dad had a ham and cheese melt and my aunt had some nachos. Unfortunately for me, my soup was a little on the cool side, but I was happy to have a little food in me.
From there we drove into Battle, and went to the Battle Abbey as well as a couple other stops included in the site. We saw where King Harold died, as well as the area in which the monks stayed. We saw a very short but informative show about the Battle of Hastings, which allowed us to understand what we were seeing. The Normans won by the way.
After this we started on our way home, and came back to find the rest of our group sitting on the couch with some hot chocolate, in a very warm house that felt like an old folks home... just how I like it.
I started to cook some chili for dinner, but instead of just coming home with a few more ingredients for the meal, my mom and my aunt came back with some fish and chips from a food truck they had encountered on their journey. Here is a first hand account of their travels:
Running into the fish and chip truck seemed so advantageous that we couldn't pass it up. When we asked them how long they would be around, they told us only for another 15 minutes (and they only came once a week). We quickly continued on with our original errand of getting a couple of things at the store, knowing we would have to hurry back. They all know everyone here, and everyone's house name as well, it seems. At the shop, the storekeeper asked "Who are you staying with?" (apparently, we stuck out like sore thumbs). When we mentioned the cottage's name, he immediately identifed the owner. He explained they don't get many visitors. Running back to the chip truck, we put in our order and started a conversation with three young British guys while we waited. They were surprised we were in Plumpton Green, they too stating Plumpton doesn't see very many tourists. It turns out one of the young men had been to Canada, staying in Vancouver for two months and becoming a fan of the Canucks en route. Two of the group were planning a trip back to Canada in January, to capitalize on the skiiing. When I mentioned they would have no problem meeting women with those British accents, he said with a cheeky grin, 'Why do you think we're going back?'
We put in a reasonable order for some scampi, 4 large cod pieces, a small one (for Abby) and three large orders of fries to share. Well, what we got was massive! Five small pieces of fish and 1.5 orders of fries would have done us just fine as it turns out. We had chips galore and masses of newsprint to carry them in. When we got our bounty home, everyone was excited and dug in with relish (and ketchup and vinegar, too). The meal on the stove was relegated to the next day.