Fish and Chips in White Rock

A favourite ending to a favourite way to spend a Sunday afternoon (see Royal Albert Tea October 2010) is with fish and chips in White Rock. Perhaps because, after visiting Nell and Joe, we are close to White Rock any way or because it is a meal we have enjoyed a number of times with them in Steveston, another great place for fish and chips.

But first a stroll along the board walk to work up our appetites. Gorgeous, just gorgeous. The sun shines, the clouds are sparse, the air is brisk and mildly warm; the board walk bustles with patrons. We take a trip out on to the pier. It is packed. I start to feel like I'm caught in the sardine run up the Natal Coast.

We leave everyone on the pier and head for our fish and chips. My restaurant of choice is a pub with heavy dramatic chandeliers, red leather couches, brown leather chairs, dark corners, gothic candles in empty wine bottles, heavy drapery and a brick wall. I love the drama combined with the simplicity of a meal of fish and chips. We sip our room temperature lemon water and talk.

This is a favourite moment of my life.