On our way back to the charabanc , we stopped at the village fish and chip shop, for our final treat of the day, a fish supper with local Cod, and chips cooked in beef dripping. We found a field overlooking the sea and sat behind an old dry stone wall , to protect us from the stiff sea breeze coming off the water. We ate our meal from the paper, with lashings of salt and vinegar. We emptied the thermos of the last tea and sat enjoying the view while Grandma who was a slow eater finished her supper. It was then with a degree of horror that we realised that she, Grandma, had a portion of mushy peas, which she consumed with gusto. It was a long , long journey home.
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