Wye?

Today we went east. To Cley next the Sea, pronounced ‘Clye’, like ‘Wye’. It’s very smart. We hit the wonderful deli first, bought lunch, then to Cley Smokehouse. Seduced into buying more lunch... whole smoked haddock, prawns, mackerel and pate. Then back for a feast.

Feasting included wining... rarely indulge at lunchtime. Time for wine-induced naps.

Still drowsy, we needed to wake up properly. Time for a walk in the wind. We’d just started when totally unexpectedly we spotted Lewis and Su, friends from home, supposedly holidaying in Ross-on-Wye.

Either RoW was crap, or we’ve got stalkers.