After our leisurely lunch in the sun we decided we were probably up for something a little more active so we headed for the water. We met Sara’s brother Rupert at their boat and hot footed it over to the Isle of Wight.
Never one to miss out on the action, we obviously brought Mr Darcy along for the ride as wellHe was very happy about this, having been thoroughly unimpressed about a lack of lunch invitationOnly a hop, skip and a jump from Lymington it’s easy as pie to get there with ferries running all day in the summer months. Of course, if you have your own transportation, that’s pretty fun too.20 minutes later we pulled into Yarmouth and set off through the town in search of refreshment. Boating is very thirsty work you know.During the summer its tiny streets are thronged with tourists but this time of year things are starting to quieten down and you can one again grab yourself a table in the sun without too much effort.Our spot for the afternoon was the Royal Solent Yacht Club, plenty of beach for Mr Darcy to run around on and swim up and down to his hearts content, and plenty of space for us to do this.Sadly the light was beginning to fade so we couldn’t stay too long but the blow was softened somewhat by the views we were treated to on the ride home (and the knowledge that we were heading back over for lunch the next day).Racing home in the soft evening light, our cares slipped away on the breeze.After a lazy night curled up in front of the fire we woke up ready and raring to jump back on the boat and head off in search of lunch.Luckily we had just the place in mind. Salty’s is an Isle of Wight institution and whilst all the food is good, there’s really one main reason you come here – just LOOK at that fishA true British classic, it’s the best fish and chips you’ll find. Perfectly cooked cod encased in the crispiest batter, all you need to do is add some peas and a few big bowls of chips and you have yourself the perfect lunch. Salty’s offers 3 sizes – kids, ladies and men but they’re generous so only order the mens if you’re feeling ravenous. We all went for the ladies and were stuffed to the gills, so to speak.All washed down with crisp French rose and ice cold beers.Pop in for a bite, I promise you won’t be sorry.