As the knitting monk said, "This is becoming a habit"

Today is Monday. And Monday means lunch. Preferably by the seaside and in a nice restaurant.
And so it is. This time in The Place, Camber Sands. Again. This is becoming a bit predicatable. Anyway through November they have a two-for-one offer on week-day lunchtime dining, two courses minimum, and I can resist anything except temptation, especially when on special offer.
To summarise what we ate, we started with "Red chicory, pear, rocket, and kentish cob nut salad with crumbled stilton" and "Baked ‘stonegate’ goat’s cheese served on sourdough with tomato, rocket & pumpkin seed salad". Despite living in Kent, to my shame I'd never eaten cobnuts. In fact I've never been much a nut eater at all, but recently, what with the walnuts and now this, I can feel a change in the air - maybe it's the season.
For mains we both went for the "‘Olde sussex’ cheddar rarebit on a root vegetable rosti served with red onion marmalade & a mixed leaf salad" which had a well balanced mustard flavour to the rarebit on a soft creamy rosti of carrot, parsnip and potato.
Pushing the 2-for-1 offer to it's maximum advantage, we went for dessert. By now we could see the sunlight breaking through the dark clouds to the west, opening up a possiblity of walk on the beach after lunch to counteract the effects of dessert. "Baked pumpkin cheesecake served with thick local cream" for me, "Bramley apple and cinnamon crumble tart with blackberry ice cream" for Penjamin. Maybe it was the surfit of pumpkins at the previous days pumpkin fair that had weighted my expectation, but the cheescake was a pleasantly suprisingly light concoction.
With water, wine, bread, olives, coffee; £40. Utter bargain. Just trying to work out how we can get back there again before the end of November. Just hope the weather and light can work the same magic turnaround as it did today. By 4pm we were walking over sand dunes freshly cleared by the ealier rain, the pink sunlight coming in at a low angle under the breaking clouds to the west, thrown up against the still black wall of cloud to the east. The beach featured few people and as a many dogs. What little evidence of human presence had been there earlier was washed out on the rain-dappled sand and the light. The previous days turning back of the clocks may have marked a transition from the end of summer into deep autumn, and the turning had cut the time available to us here by an hour, but with days like this, you don't begrudge the slide into winter.