Sausages and Cider
Poor Teri had to postpone her Sausage and Cider beach party owing to the usual stormy summer weather, so we met at Wembury a day late. In accordance with stereotypes, the women swam while the men fiddled with the barbecue (actually more of a farmhouse range which required a fork-lift truck to move) and the kids played in the shallows.
The sea was a balmy sixteen degrees, murky green and studded with fragments of weed following the storm. A lovely swell cradled us as we swam, while we added to Queenie’s marine phobias with talk of Conger Eels rising up at dusk, big-mouthed Basking Sharks and other monsters.
For once, the breakers were manageable and body-surfing back in was as easy as pie. Teri emerged wearing a dark and glossy kelp wig like a dishevelled Kardashian, if there is such a thing, while Queenie did some ‘dynamic jumps’.
We sat around in the evening sunshine and ate sausages in baps, drank mulled cider, and finished off with a wonderful Nigella chocolate and Guinness cake.
Messing around video here: