Mum and I didn't bring up that day. We were there to create our own memories and we ended up having a cheerful time enjoying the warmth of the open fire in the tiny pub, chatting with others as we all shared a table and each ate a plate heaped with home made chips and a large fried cod on top. I was in heaven. I'd waited 5 years to eat this favorite meal of the English and it was delicious. Not greasy or dried up, it was exquisitely fresh and tender, the batter crisp and crunchy, the cod meat pristine white chunks that melted in my mouth. And to wash it down with a pint of Ringwood best bitter, served at the proper temperature was divine. All of us at our table were impressed with our repast, and eagerly watched as other plates of cod and chips sail past in a waiter's hand towards the delighted faces of the recipients. I could have sat there all afternoon but Mum wanted me to see Avon Beach and I did want to see the sea.
windguru.com, and as soon as the conditions for surfing look ideal, they all drive down here.