Well the weather has been lovely this weekend, and as we had a bit of light shopping to do, we headed down to the coast to La Canada, a very large shopping Centre just outside Marbella and about 15 minutes drive for us down the mountain road. At the weekend the motorbikes are out in force on the road between us and Marbella, and you can't blame them really. It must be a biker's dream, hairpin bends all the way down to the coast, but at a price you can be sure. Since we have lived here several little monuments have appeared on the side of the road for the unfortunate riders that pushed themselves too far. My daughter Corrine and I came upon one such accident a couple of years ago just after it had happened - the bike was still turning in the road and people were running to the side of the cliff. It seemed that he had hit the low crash barrier wall and had been thrown over and down the cliff. Terrible, but it doesn't seem to make the numbers decrease. As we drove down the mountain on Saturday the bikes roared past us only for us to meet them at the bottom turning around and preparing to make the return journey back up the mountain. Needless to say Max is NEVER having a motorbike, not unless I am walking in front of it with a red flag. Not cool, I guess.
We usually avoid shopping on a Satuday like the plague - all those people!! Just as we stepped out of the car we had a text on Alistair's phone, saying why not eat at the 'Beach House' restaurant as the weather was good. Great marketing we thought, gave them a ring, booked a table for 2pm and set off to do our shopping. Here is a picture of our lunch venue - the sun was shining and the food was great as always. It's supposed to be Anthony Worrell Thompson's favourite place to eat when he stays at his house here (so the magazines say) Can't stand the man myself, Sorry that's unfair as I haven't met him in person, so can only magine that I would'nt stand the man!
Chicken Liver brulee with melba toast and chilli relish to start, followed by fish pie with asparagus and broccolli for me, Alistair had the same starter but followed with Sea Bass on tagliatelli with 'other stuff', and Max had parsnip soup with parmesan followed by a huge Hamburger (home-made of course) which Alistair had to finish for him. Max ran off down the beach to watch the launching of several Micro-light parachute things that flew over our heads and along the beach, while Alistair and I sipped our chilled white wine and watched the waves rolling up the shore. Yet another exhausting day...