Aldeburgh Again

Today we went with some friends to Aldeburgh. It was our second visit, but the last time we went, the famous fish and chip shop - considered by many to be the best in Suffolk, if not England - wasn't serving. Our friends wanted to bring us once more to try the fish and chips - one of those things that one must do. And having fish and chips at the seaside is such a traditional English weekend activity.

We arrived in town and parked with 15 minutes before the shop started frying, so we went to the beach to relax. Sarah and Elliot skipped stones.



Margo and Nicola volunteered and went off to bring us fish and chips so we could stay at the beach. It was a while before they returned - you'll see why later. But when they did it was time to sample this revered meal.



And it was great. The fish was quite fresh, lightly oily without being greasy. The batter was also free of grease. Margo suspected it was fried in beef tallow, giving it more flavouring. The chips were skinless and again non-greasy. Margo had liberally salted and vinegared mine.




After our meals we spent more time lounging. John buried Sarah and Elliott, then tickled their feet.


On the way back, I got this shot of the chip shop. There's no seating inside; Margo told me, just a wall full of fryers. The line goes back for much of the block.