|Country lanes and sunsets in Ewhurst|
We got lucky with the traffic as we headed out of London on the Friday evening and, despite one wrong turn, arrived at our plush B&B in just over an hour and a half. Much better than I feared it might be.
|Becks during golden hour|
I'd booked a table at The White Dog pub as I heard it could get busy during the summer, but there was lots of space with only a few people in the bar and the restaurant about half full. From the website I'd unfairly pre-judged it as a 'chicken in a basket' type place, but it was far smarter than that. We grabbed a couple of local ales and took a seat outside. Only to decide it was a little chilly for that and headed back inside.
|Outside The White Dog pub|
The small smoked prawns were the stand out of the seafood platter, I also liked the samphire underneath the huge mound of fish. Having to attack the crab claws helped me from scoffing down the seafood too quickly. It isn't the type of dish I'd usually order, but I really enjoyed it.
We left the pub at around ten thirty and the village was pitch black with the moon barely out. It was a very dark walk back to the B&B, we should have taken one of the torches from the room....
|The seafood platter|