Well, It was almost a week ago now that 4 of us likely intrepid adventurers met up at Birling Gap and went in search of any rogue mushrooms that had been overlooked by the recent passers by.
It was a fairly early start to avoid the massing hoards of visitors. In fact they never appeared and we had much of the car park to ourselves.
I took the trusty motorhome and parked up in readiness for our return to cook up a fairly basic brunch.
Although, actually I had some Ostrich meat that had been sitting in the freezer for a while.
The walk took in some of the outstanding views across the seven sisters and beyond. The tide was creeping in as we turned inland to Crowlink and then down to East Dean. Noticing the abundant number of manure bags near a stables, it was clear that the world of gardening had been put on hold. Not unless they were planning to make an Olympic sport out of allotment produce, I think the bags would be staying there for the next few weeks.
We briefly visited a local 'micro' brewery where there were no samples on offer... only the raw materials... malt! a little late for breakfast cereal, but interesting flavours.
We shouldn't have stopped there, as within a few minutes of leaving and on the final 10 minute walk back to the car park, the sea mist turned into torrents of rain, which had us all soaked, by the time we sought shelter in the motorhome.
Not to worry... the feast was soon cooking, and although no mushrooms were picked, a contingency supply of bought mushrooms were an ample substitute, alongside an egg, black pudding, onion, kidneys and of course, the Ostrich!
The Friday Brunch club was back on form.
