Highlights-Lymington to Eastbourne

Breakfast at the Angel (and Blue Pig) was the “full English.” Of course it was. I wasn’t going to order a croissant in an English pub. “How do you want your eggs?” Hmm, this is never as easy as my uncle’s “On my plate” reply. The terms for cooking eggs are different *everywhere*. In England, the options are poached, fried, scrambled, boiled, and flipped (“over easy” in the US). I had to ask. It was a two and a half hour drive on the “motorway” (no, they don’t say “freeway” either) to Eastbourne. Eastbourne is on the English Channel (why isn’t it the French channel?). It was cold and windy when I arrived. A resort town, the city center area looked a bit grim (lots of places under repair and places that _should_ have been under repair). Perhaps it being off season explained it. Did I mention that it was cold and windy? Brr. I had my first raw oysters in a long time at Pebbles seafood restaurant.