Welcome back to another day in the life of the Ginger Van Man! Today, I’m trading my wheels for a lodge at the Pevensey Bay Caravan Park. But this isn’t just any ordinary day. It’s a day filled with culinary disappointments, a quest for a decent meal, and a baffling mystery that shakes the very foundations of my understanding of the world.
The Culinary Disappointment
Welcome back to another day in the life of the Ginger Van Man! Today, I’m trading my wheels for a lodge at the Pevensey Bay Caravan Park. But this isn’t just any ordinary day. It’s a day filled with culinary disappointments, a quest for a decent meal, and a baffling mystery that shakes the very foundations of my understanding of the world.
My day starts at the boathouse, where I’m hoping to satiate my hunger with a hearty meal. But alas, the food leaves much to be desired. The burgers are lukewarm, the chicken wings are greasy, and the only saving grace is the onion rings, which are absolutely fine.
The Quest for Eggs Benedict
Undeterred by the disappointing start, I decide to order the Eggs Benedict. But to my surprise, I’m told that they’ve switched to the lunch menu and can no longer serve breakfast. This is despite the fact that nowhere does it mention that breakfast is only served until half eleven.
Refusing to pay seven pounds for a potato and eight pounds for a squash bread (or as they call it, a panini), I leave the boathouse, still hungry and slightly annoyed.
The Mystery of the Milk Cap
Back at the lodge, I encounter another mystery. This time, it’s not about food, but about milk. Specifically, semi-skimmed milk. You see, I’ve always known semi-skimmed milk to have a green cap. But the milk at the lodge has a white cap. When did this start happening? Why is it happening? It’s a question that I can’t seem to shake off.
The Conclusion
Despite the day’s trials and tribulations, I manage to find solace in a local bakery, where I finally get my sausage, bacon, and egg toastie. It’s simple, it’s delicious, and it’s exactly what I needed.
So, was it just a bad day, or is there something more to it? Is it just me being a city boy, used to certain standards and expectations? Or is there a bigger issue at hand, one that involves the quality of food and the color of milk caps?
Until next time, this is the Ginger Van Man, signing off.
