We will have a fishy on a little dishy, oh yes please. There are times in life where one needs to mark an occasion and without giving too much away this was one of those times. So, I put my hound dog scenting nose to good use on the internet and found a place which I hoped would be a memorable restaurant to mark such a day.
After spending the morning at our knitting club, Carie, Kitty and I tootled along to Loch Fyne, although they have been here in this town for a while I had never ventured there before, but recently had heard good reports. We decided to venture forth on the a la carte menu, we were not disappointed.
We both started with Moules and this was a good decision. The pomp and ceremony of this dish made us both giggle, when the lid was removed the aroma of garlic, cream, muscles and the salty sea came billowing out of the pan. They were lovely as was the delicious liquor that was left at the bottom of the pan. I remember remarking that if this was the size of the starter, one can only wonder as to how big the main course might be. Whilst eating them Carie and I both grinned like cats that had gotten the cream. Kitty was quite content eating her salmon goujons, chips and peas, Kitty enjoyed her salmon and chips and very much liked her peas, me thinks she may well have a sweet tooth just like her mama.
And that was the last photograph of the food, because we love our food and the camera was completely forgotten whilst we were eating.
We both decided on scallops for our main, Carie had her scallops with bass (I think!) and I had mine with prawns. They were everything scallops should be, sweet and lightly cooked with just a touch of caramelisation, we enjoyed them immensely.
I remembered I had my camera with me and passed it over to Carie just in time to catch a rather cute photograph of Kitty wearing her adorable hand knit bib by her Mum.
When my sons were small they loved to go to the big park where we live known by them as the Happy Fields. “Are we going to the Happy Fields Mum?”, they used to cry two or three times a week which we used to walk to wearing a rucksack a piece. Even when son no.2 was very small he wore an appropriate sized rucksack, and we all carried between us a blanket, sandwiches, lemonade, apples and crisps, a football, a frisbee, half a stale loaf for the ducks and most often along came a dog. We used to spend the day, feeding the ducks, paddling in the stream, pushing them on the swings, kicking the ball and playing with the frizbee with lunch somewhere in between and then walked home late in the afternoon, tired and content, they were indeed happy days spent at the Happy Fields.
So having those lovely memories in my mind and before setting off for the day I quickly packed half a loaf of bread, having tipped Carie off that we could wander into the Happy Fields after lunch and that she might need to provide rain cover as the weather wasn’t looking so good. It was a good plan.
However, Carie had even better plans. Because just as we were walking back to her car, she said to me, that “Sweet As” had arrived in my home town and wondered where they might be. Quick as a flash I realised exactly where they were as there had been much talk about having a cake shop in the town, although it had completely passed me by that it was Sweet As. I quickly directed her to the nearest parking space next to the shop. We grabbed Kitty and dashed to the shop making plans whilst we walked. They were not good plans slimming world wise, but for the soul they were wonderful. A piece of cake each was bought for an impromptu picnic in the park and cake was also bought to share later with our lovely husbands. We would have felt too guilty if we hadn’t shared, and it did give us the opportunity to taste a different cake that night. (it was all good, very rich and chocolately)
We found seats by the lake and as Kitty was fast asleep took the opportunity to eat cake, whilst having a lovely chat, one I will remember forever for all good reasons, and soon Kitty was awake and out came the bread and the camera.
Carie and Kitty throwing bread to the ducklings, they were so funny.
A nice shot of mum and daughter gazing at the duckings,
we laughed into our boots as the rest of the gang realised we had bread.
And then we took Kitty into the play area to play on the swings. Kitty is not too impressed, just a little bit scared, look at that thumb, it makes me giggle, and look how wonderful mum is.
but soon Kitty was feeling just a little bit more confident,
and then she was swinging on her own, yay. I think we can just glimpse a toothy peg or two?
And I have to tell you this, although I don’t have the photo as my parents have my baby photograph album, Kitty’s first swing was on the very same swing, same place and position, although her swing looks a little newer than mine did, as the first time, or at least the first time the camera was took out and at about the same age when I swung in a swing in the Happy Fields. I know that was very complicated to read but it makes me go awe. I was in a thick winter coat though as it was the spring, which made me much more stable than a light summer dress which Kitty wore. I think Kitty was most brave and did very well.
And a final photo of the adorable Kitty.
Good times were had by all.
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What a lovely day!! and lovely memories.