Wells-next-the-Sea I had been sceptical when Sheila suggested Wells-next-the-Sea as our last base. She had booked a small, traditional one-room Bed and Breakfast, so small that we had difficulty finding space for our 3-months worth of luggage. After settling in, we strolled into town, anticipating a dinner of fish and chips from the popular Platten’s Fish and Chip shop on the quay. It was the night before a major triathlon competition and the line-up was ridiculous, so took a chance on getting a table at the Crab House restaurant run by our hosts. Luck was with us, a last minute cancellation opened a table and we enjoyed a truly superb meal before a pleasant evening stroll back to our room. The next morning, the wisdom of Sheila’s choice was confirmed by a superb breakfast in the well appointed sunroom. We set off to explore the town where my great grandfather had died, finding his headstone in the local cemetery, exploring the street, little changed from when he had operated his shoemakers shop, and exploring the once bustling port. Wells-next-the-Sea proved a convenient base of exploration but also justified a return to enjoy Fish and Chips from Platten’s, sitting on the quay and watching the sunset, yet another excellent meal at the Crab House, and another day exploring the towns expansive sandy beaches where brightly coloured beach huts lined the beach and tall pines stood in silhouette against the sky.
A Sense of Place:  Travel, Photography, and Photo-art
by David E. Moon
© David E. Moon, 2018  All rights reserved
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Wells-next-the-Sea I had been sceptical when Sheila suggested Wells- next-the-Sea as our last base. She had booked a small, traditional one-room Bed and Breakfast, so small that we had difficulty finding space for our 3-months worth of luggage. After settling in, we strolled into town, anticipating a dinner of fish and chips from the popular Platten’s Fish and Chip shop on the quay. It was the night before a major triathlon competition and the line-up was ridiculous, so took a chance on getting a table at the Crab House restaurant run by our hosts. Luck was with us, a last minute cancellation opened a table and we enjoyed a truly superb meal before a pleasant evening stroll back to our room. The next morning, the wisdom of Sheila’s choice was confirmed by a superb breakfast in the well appointed sunroom. We set off to explore the town where my great grandfather had died, finding his headstone in the local cemetery, exploring the street, little changed from when he had operated his shoemakers shop, and exploring the once bustling port. Wells-next-the-Sea proved a convenient base of exploration but also justified a return to enjoy Fish and Chips from Platten’s, sitting on the quay and watching the sunset, yet another excellent meal at the Crab House, and another day exploring the towns expansive sandy beaches where brightly coloured beach huts lined the beach and tall pines stood in silhouette against the sky.
A Sense of Place:  Travel, Photography, and Photo-art
© David E. Moon, 2014  All rights reserved
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