Mostly driving today. We left The Eel’s Foot a bit after 9am.
Stopped for lunch at Caistor Arts and Heritage Centre cafe, just north of the Lincolnshire Wolds. Looked around Caistor after lunch. That took about 5 minutes.
Around 4:30pm we arrived at Bridlington, thinking to have a walk along the sea front before carrying on to the hotel in Hunmanby, near Filey. Bridlington is a working harbour and the biggest Lobster-landing fishery in Europe.
The quayside was lined with hot-dog sellers, burger bars and seafood stalls (mussels, cockles, whelks, crab claws, fish and chips).
Just off the quay a pod of Bottlenose Dolphins were leaping about.
Twenty minutes later, after ringing the reception bell, we were checked into the Wrangham House hotel by the jovial proprietor, a portly Belgian wearing shorts, an apron and compression socks.
The hotel is a grand old vicarage. There’s a four-poster bed.
Dinner was a bit old-fashioned and the service was comically bad with three failed attempts to order a bottle from the wine list, the first two of which proved to be unavailable, and third successful in that the waiter arrived with a choice of two bottles, one our second choice and one our third.
After dinner in the lounge the proprietor, who had been on his own all day, regaled us for at least half an hour. We learned all sorts about his life, his family, his staff, his old gardener who’d left before his own retirement do, about running an hotel business in these difficult times, and about his new neighbour (whose wife liked to sunbathe) who had poisoned two trees on the edge of his property by drilling holes in them and funnelling weedkiller in and also driving copper nails into the trunks, and how the trees had a preservation order on them and would now have to be felled, but he (the proprietor) had to ask for planning permission just to prune a branch, and the council wouldn’t do anything about any of it.