Breakfast at the Bluebird Café
The Bluebird Café. Ferring-by-Sea.
Bertie: “Bobby, what are we doing today?”
Bobby: “We are going to Andrew’s. Morris the Mechanic is servicing the car’s brakes.”
Bertie: “And then what?”
Bobby: “Dunno. But we are late. No time for breakfast. Hurry up!”
Bertie: “We could have breakfast at the Bluebird Café…”
Over to you, Morris.
Given the right weather conditions, there is something mesmeric about being by the sea. Bobby has known that stretch of West Sussex between Goring and Rustington for over fifty years. It is an oasis of peace and tranquility away from the seaside resorts of Worthing and Littlehampton. Fiercely protected by the West Kingston Estate for the benefit of all. Last week, the sea and sky combined to cast a spell over us that made us realise how lucky we are that Andrew moved close by to East Preston some years ago now.
High tide 11.54.
Looking west. Impressive clouds threatening rain, but letting sunshine through here and there. Ventnor, on the Isle of Wight, just visible to the naked eye.
Looking east. The white cliffs of Rottingdean just visible beyond Brighton to the naked eye.
Turnstones, we reckon, making a last minute dash before the tide comes in.
New boulder seat, provided by Kingston Parish Council.
The greensward that backs the beach at West Kingston, looking west.
Looking east along the greensward.
West Kingston Private Estate. The board may look a little authoritative, but this is why we all enjoy walking on the grass by the sea. A rare privilege in “Sussex by the Sea”.
Old railway sleepers. What stories they could tell. Was it the main line, or a little branch? The Flying Scotsman, or Thomas the Tank Engine?
And here is the Bluebird Café. Along with the Sea Lane Café further east at Goring, two highly popular seaside establishments. The Bluebird has a better vista. Very well organised Covid-wise.
Looking west from the Bluebird. Take away meals outside. Inside has to be booked online.
Yummy yummy. Breakfast in a box at the Bluebird, Ferring-by-Sea.
Under a threatening sky that soon dissolved into sunshine. The large off-shore Rampion Wind Farm.
We have told you many times about Al-Anon. And AA. Fellowships that give hope and comfort to those suffering from alcoholism and the effects on those around them. Face to face meetings cannot be replaced by online. But, Zoom has given more options in the meantime. You can attend a meeting in Islington, or Istanbul. Bermuda or New York. You can attend more, if you so wish . You can even attend one in London sitting on a breakwater after Breakfast at the Bluebird. At high tide.
Serenity and beautiful sunshine took over after lunch as the tide receded and we walked to the Sea Lane Café for an ice cream. On sand, through rockpools, Sharing the afternoon with the Sanderlings, the Turnstones and all the other shoreline birds that have been waiting for the sea to leave their next meal uncovered.
There was a technical issue with the link to the Emmy Lou Harris video in last Sunday’s blog. If it didn’t work for you, then the link below should! Just click on the picture. It was a favourite of Diddley’s.
Lighting a Candle for Diddley.
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