From London we drove to Aldeburgh, a journey of some four hours. We were visiting a rapeseed oil farm in Suffolk the following day, about half an hour from the coast - and I can't resist the seaside. The sea is, apart from my children, what I miss most about New Zealand. East Anglia's wild coast is a little different from our sandy beaches, but ah, that ozone! We stayed at the Wentworth Hotel, an enchanting Victorian pile right on the seafront. This was November, so it was dark well before we arrived at around 5 o'clock. But there was a welcoming fire in the lounge, so I settled down with my book and a glass of merlot, while Gary, still struggling with jetlag, took a nap. We were amazed by the hotel's restaurant - wonderful food, with the freshest fish I've eaten since Auckland's fish market. And to further impress us, there was avocado oil on the menu! Sadly, it wasn't a good avocado oil, lacking flavour and colour, but nevertheless it was featured. We left the chef a bottle of the real thing - Olivado's Extra Virgin version - when we checked out next day. After breakfast, another feast of smoked haddock and poached eggs, we ventured out to the seafront for a walk to the next village. There'd been gale warnings the night before, and indeed there was a gale. Great with the wind behind, a mission on the return journey. We loved it! And what a gorgeous little town Aldeburgh is, all ancient seaside cottages, fishing boats and stone lookout towers. We'd have loved to spend another day there, wandering on the fens and hunkering down by the fire. But the oil farm called...
From London we drove to Aldeburgh, a journey of some four hours. We were visiting a rapeseed oil farm in Suffolk the following day, about half an hour from the coast - and I can't resist the seaside. The sea is, apart from my children, what I miss most about New Zealand. East Anglia's wild coast is a little different from our sandy beaches, but ah, that ozone! We stayed at the Wentworth Hotel, an enchanting Victorian pile right on the seafront. This was November, so it was dark well before we arrived at around 5 o'clock. But there was a welcoming fire in the lounge, so I settled down with my book and a glass of merlot, while Gary, still struggling with jetlag, took a nap. We were amazed by the hotel's restaurant - wonderful food, with the freshest fish I've eaten since Auckland's fish market. And to further impress us, there was avocado oil on the menu! Sadly, it wasn't a good avocado oil, lacking flavour and colour, but nevertheless it was featured. We left the chef a bottle of the real thing - Olivado's Extra Virgin version - when we checked out next day. After breakfast, another feast of smoked haddock and poached eggs, we ventured out to the seafront for a walk to the next village. There'd been gale warnings the night before, and indeed there was a gale. Great with the wind behind, a mission on the return journey. We loved it! And what a gorgeous little town Aldeburgh is, all ancient seaside cottages, fishing boats and stone lookout towers. We'd have loved to spend another day there, wandering on the fens and hunkering down by the fire. But the oil farm called...
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