It’s Father’s Day on Sunday, so my daughter took her dad (and me!) out to lunch today as she is away on the actual day. We went to a place we hadn’t been before, in the middle of luscious and verdant Somerset countryside, the Bakehouse at Wick Farm. It’s obviously a very old farm, goodness knows how old, but tall husband had to duck beneath a 400+ year old beam as we went into the lounge/restaurant/venue/eating/etc area. We could have sat outside, we realised, but we were quite comfortable within looking through the windows at the greenery flourishing in the sunshine outside.
We arrived at lunchtime, beaten to it by a gang of very fit geriatric cyclists in garish tight-fitting clothing, helmets, and those funny shoes they wear to cycle. I just investigated to see if they have a particular name:
Fit is paramount when it comes to choosing the best cycling shoes for you. Of the three contact points with the best road bikes, there’s arguably nothing more critical than shoes: they are at the nexus of the energy transfer between body and bicycle. Sloppily fitted shoes prevent the power from being transferred efficiently to the best road bike pedals and propelling you forward. However, every rider’s feet are different, so no single pair of shoes works best for everyone. https://www.cyclingweekly.com/group-tests/cycling-shoes-buyers-guide-151544
Sorry to divert – we waited behind them, and eyed the counter which had an interesting array of lush looking cakes in a counter-top cabinet, and the menus on the walls. We were in what had obviously been old farm buildings, but spotlessly clean, shiny wooden floors, interesting pictures, and a couple of menu boards showing the daily specials and the normal menu. Everything on display looked homemade in the best possible way, and several of the cyclists had soup served from a massive tureen, piping hot and smelling delicious. The father and daughter chose crusty baguettes with various fillings, I chose a ploughman’s lunch, which had three big chunks of different cheeses, three little pots of different chutneys, and fresh green salad.
We had to ask for boxes to take home the remains of our lunch, such generous portions, and too delicious to leave. As we departed I noticed there were home made soaps, bath bombs/cubes/bubbles etc., pots of chutney, and various other interesting items to bear in mind for future gifts. I confess we all felt very full, and agreed it was a wonderful celebration of a wonderful dad. We weren’t too full that we couldn’t leave the dad at home and then go on a shopping mission at a local mall! The celebration will continue on Sunday when son will take his father out (accompanied by his mum) and will probably go to our favourite restaurant The Green Olive in Bridgwater!
Lois Elsden 