Its raining, its pouring, it must be England by the Sea

We had a fantastic weekend hosted at the Clarke's holiday home in Suffolk by the sea.  Lots of fresh air walks, lovely food and drink, comfy beds.  I think they're ready to open that B&B!  

View from the pier

The bright beach huts remind me of the Canadian Maritime house colours.  Guess everyone needs some cheeriness when the skies are grey.

They told us it was a quirky place, but I think some of the local activities should be monitored with adult supervision.

Wonder if there are sound effects with this?

I think public climbing of groins should be restricted too.

I guess they like their personal space

We also broke the law.  Apparently ignorance is not bliss and we didn't even know it was a newt.  Rest assured, it wasn't a witch.  We put him back safely in the garden.

"... turned me into a newt!  But I got better..."

I was going to say that we spent a lot of time around the cozy Aga in the quintessential English dotty kitchen warming up with a cuppa.... but I see the usual suspect wine bottles were on the table.

Nothing says English country house like an Aga ... and a French Crueset pot.

I got pretty excited about the Aga!  Clapping hands!

E, not so excited.  I mean, "I'm wet and have you seen the floods I'm wearing?"

To round out the full British seaside experience, we went for another walk in the rain.  And then for a proper fish lunch.  So authentically fishy that the restaurant used to be a fishing shed and they own the boat that lands the fish!

Is this rain ever going to end?

E, excited.  Smoked salmon....and dry-ish.

Now this is fish and chips!

And a side order of mushy peas.  Does it get more cliched?

Thank you for a fantastic weekend.  It wouldn't have been the same without being soggy.