seaside fish and chips

The promise of a sunny day lured us away from the park in London Fields early on Saturday afternoon. We hopped in the car and headed for Frinton-on-sea, a small seaside town on the coast of north Essex. Though it's a resort town, it's not too commercial, so a day in the sand was possible without throngs of people jostling for the last ice cream cone.

A 4km walk up the beach brought us to Walton-on-Naze, with a long pier straddled by an amusements shop. We popped into a nearby pub for fish and chips (really the only choice on a seaside jaunt). Crisp batter and vinegary chips hit the spot. Of course, I try not to have fried fish too often, but the flesh inside was lovely. Only eating half of the battered skin, I didn't feel too guilty. Besides, the 4km walk back to Frinton surely meant I deserved it!

It really is true that fish and chips taste best by the sea.