The Lobster Shack

by AlisonsDiary on Sunday 27th May 2012 · 0 comments

in Day-to-day,Food & Drink !,Restaurants

North Berwick is a seaside town in East Lothian which brings the blood pressure of golfers to dangerously high as Muirfield, North Berwick Links, Gullane 1, 2 & 3, Luffness, The Glen, Archerfield and Renaissance Golf Clubs are all within minutes of one another. That is irrelevant to this blog post as frankly I couldn’t give a flying fandango about the game of golf. It is to do with food. As it usually is.

So there are not many days in Scotland you can sit out and lounge without the addition of thermal underwater, ski jackets, balaclavas, knitted socks and hand warmers but knock me down with a patio heater this week it was hot. Really hot. Hot to the point where if you didn’t slap Factor 30 on your face you might well be on a one way ticket to Casualty with sunstroke. What a shock. So what do us Scots do when the sun comes out ? Head to the seaside – quick and don’t spare the horses.

A quick 30 minutes train journey from Edinburgh takes you to North Berwick and a 5 minute walk from the station along the beach to the harbour will bring you to the seasonal delight enjoying its second year of huge garlicky butter success namely The Lobster Shack. A portocabin branded up and manned by a smiling band of seasonal staff smiling and working their buns off to keep up with demand. For £8.95 you get a half lobster with chips and salad in a recyclable brown cardboard box. You can sit in the small area of tables and chairs laid out to the side or you can sit on one of the dozen wooden benches that line the harbour wall to scoff the goodies. And amazingly even on a not so hot day the benches are all tucked under the height of the surrounding harbour wall thus giving a hot sunny spot where you can bask.
The menu is short an sweet. ½ or whole lobster. Crab cocktail. Fish and chips – the day we were down it was hake and it was fresh fresh fresh. AS the lobsters are consumed Sterling the proprietor can be seen swinging into view carting a large plastic container full of the next batch of clamping, strapping, struggling, dark blue lobsters fighting the good fight allowing people to select the one they would like to eat. To drink you can choose organic lemon cordial, coffee, tea, wine, or my particular favourite which we have just started stocking in Howies -Thistly Cross Cider – brewed in Dunbara mere 8 miles away. It is refreshing cidery and perfect to slake the thirst…..So in baking Scotland we sat outside amongst the clang of boat bells as the tide rose and boats in the harbour rose up to eye level, eating lobster, people watching and drinking in cider in the sun. Bliss.

Our perfect seaside day was finished off by walking over to the Seabird Centre (the nearest loo) and queuing up to buy a Lucas ice cream. There are two ice cream vans – a bright yellow glamorous painted one which I bet has a bell and a whistle too. OR and this is the one you want – a strange Pope mobile shaped white van, under played, low key and to be honest a bit ropey looking. But believe me please – steer yourself and walk past the yellow pimped up machine and queue at the funny one for in this pope mobile lurks the unsurpassable delight of Lucas ice cream. Italian, Homemade. A world beater. Quite divine. A plain vanilla cone with a chocolate flake in it will bring you back to the days when sand between your toes, a bucket and spade and a pair of knitted trunks (oh is that just my husband then) were all the rage
Podged up, we wandered back to the train station for the easy journey home, grinning. Wehad been and done the lobster shack and on some level transmogrified from blue skinned Scot into a red toasted lobsters too.

Open from now til 31st October or when the weather collapses….go……

The Lobster Shack.
North Berwick Harbour
East Lothian.

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Beginning of an Argyll adventure…

by AlisonsDiary on Thursday 26th Apr 2012 · 2 comments

in Day-to-day

 

Breakfast in Melfort - 4 of our 5 a day!

I wrote about my Mum’s 80th – now being a party animal myself I assumed she would want a big rip snorting whizz bang of a do. I had visions of gathering friends from all over the place, hiding them in a dark room until the unsuspecting Pat was taken in at which point they would all leap from their allotted places shouting HAPPY BIRTHDAY and the fun would begin.

This of course is my idea of heaven.
Her idea of hell.
I organised a surprise birthday party for her 70th.
The biggest surprise that she got wind of it and went to Ireland.
Still we went ahead and had a hell of a good do. The only thing missing was the birthday girl and my dad who were in Clifden, Connemarra.

A Jazz band, barbeque and  all day frenzy ensued. We had snoggers on the lawn by 3pm, a woman left her husband after meeting someone she thought was the man of her dreams – he was as a matter of fact the stuff of nightmares she later found out –  the local hairdresser got thrown out for insulting everyone and still the band played on.
So this time it was her call.
What would you like to do?
Go to Loch Melfort. To Melfort House that lovely B&B we stayed in last year was the answer and you can’t argue with that.  So instructions issued. We were off.

20 minutes south of Oban you see a turn off for Kilmelford to the right and off you go. A wonderful wee road undulates along the loch side past a few houses but the main challenge is to keep on the road as your eye is inevitably drawn to the array of boats, yachts and sail boats bobbing in the water and the backdrop of the islands beyond. Not 5 minutes later the sign to Melfort House guides you up a tree lined drive and you get your first glimpse of  the house. Built originally in south facing overlooking the loch with wonderful  mature gardens all around. The door flew open and out came Yvonne & Matthew Anderson, our hosts.
Ushered in and offered afternoon tea and homemade pineapple upside down pudding we exhaled after our journey taking in the breathtaking views of the loch and gardens. Total peace. Shown to our rooms.They have 3.  
Mum was the birthday girl so she got the loch suite a room with a bed bigger than my first flat.
David and I got the hill room which was also a sumptuous delight.
After unpacking the sun was still a shining so we walked  over to the nearby Shower of Herring for supper. Which David insisted in calling the Flock of Sparrows. The chef is a real character and had put on canapés when he heard a fellow restaurateur was heading over to eat.
Scallops, duck and no room for pud we had a great time. A couple of bottles of house white and teenwolf, actually sitting at table, speaking and doing impersonations of some of his teachers at school had us in stitches. The next day…is the long suffering husband David’s birthday. Yup the day before the big one.  Gird your loins tomorrow is another day.

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Scotland, the devil, big bird and the elixir of life?

by AlisonsDiary on Friday 20th Apr 2012 · 0 comments

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I just spent a couple of days out and about filming with The One Show for two Best of Britain programs  which I am co-hosting with Mike Dilger.
And what fun we had.

It was a whistle stop tour of Scotland. We covered more locations and miles in a couple of days than I can count and my head – usually fairly empty was packed with facts and figures about the country I cheekily thought I knew quite a lot about.

Mike is a wild life expert, so whether standing on a beach, on top of a tower, in a graveyard or on a boat if a wee feathered birdie whipped past and let out a trill wee toot Mike would say very matter of factedly ‘oh yes  a lesser spotted grebe’ or ‘ a canadian goose’ or  a grungified puddlebuttock or some such thing.  Initially I jabbed him in the ribs  (well I am from Aberdeen) and said ‘are you pulling my leg? ’ No he said if it’s got a feather then I know all about it.  And he did. There were some we heard and saw that were a mystery to me and frankly I was amazed such exotic species live here, above my head, in this here parish 24/7.

Literally by the mere pip of a squeak he can ID any feathery bod. Whereas I need to have their passport, a close up photograph and an RSPB book open at the right page. As you can tell I was impressed.

During our filming the one place that really resonated with me was Balquidder Kirk Graveyard where Rob Roy, his wife and two sons are buried

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

A truly tranquil setting, it was green lush and beautiful and between takes I was just meandering around, brain in neutral enjoying the scenery when Mike said ‘Ooooh look at this Devils Matchstick ‘ I looked up but saw no flapping beasties then realised he was pointing at some lichen on a gravestone as he went on to tell us that it grows only the places where the air is at it’s purest

The devils in the detail

It is startling red, as you can see, and tiny wee spores.  Gulping in the pure fresh air before we moved on I shuffled about reading the ancient gravestones and discovered people were passing away in their 80’s and 90’s  in this area which for hundreds of years ago is extraordinary.

So anyway, I have decided to move to Balquidder.

Well no I haven’t actually but I quite fancy trying to get some devils head matchstick to grow in the area where I live to see if the air is pure  round here although a quick glance at my diesel fume stained mongrel and I think I know the answer to that.

 

Oh and if you like birdies, fauna, wild life and stuff then I’m sure you’ll be interested to hear Mikes got a book coming out soon,  a diary of his and his partners move to the country.  She did all the illustrations too – a talented pair.

Anyway more adventures to report soon but for now – a hot bath, a hot toddy  and a good kip.

Aurra best,

Big bird.

If you are a Twitterer I am  @AlisonCraigTwit and Mike is @DilgerTV – twitchers and twitterers run amock.

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