From Burnham-on-Sea to Florence

It’s so hot and sticky I really don’t feel like eating, and I think many people feel the same. I did manage an ice-cream when we went for a warm stroll along the seafront of Burnham-on-Sea, and also forced down a slice of mango cheesecake, but since coming home the idea of an evening meal was really not an option. Burnham is a small town, a modest town, but full of interest if you wander round with your eyes open. It has a pier – although you might not realise it at first as it is quite short, in fact it is the country’s shortest pier (Weymouth claims it has a shorter pier, but that’s because it was mostly demolished in 1986) Back to Burnham Pier – it is a very short, really little more than a structure attached to the promenade and supported by concrete piles.

Although it was a lovely day, with a slight breeze coming off the sea to counter the sun beaming down, Burnham itself was nearly empty, and as we sat by our favourite place for ice-creams, very few visitors wandered past us. Perhaps it’s too early in the season – schools don’t break up for another few weeks, or maybe it’s just too hot for locals to want to be out and about. Our favourite ice-cream place, is a seafront café, Little Italy on Sea, which has a wonderful choice of different flavours. They also serve hot and cold drinks, and various things to eat, but we have never experienced any of these – too busy eating our ice-creams!

https://littleitalyonsea.restaurants-us.com/

I think for research purposes, we should visit Little Italy again and try something other than ice-cream, which we could have as dessert!

I have only been to the country of Italy once, many, many years ago – in fact it’s quite shocking how long ago it was. As teachers we had long summer holidays, and we would head off to catch a ferry to Europe almost as soon as school broke up. Usually we crossed into France and drove down to the south-east to a campsite near Menton. But one year we deviated and travelled through Italy to Venice where we stayed for a week or so. For some reason I didn’t like Venice, magnificent though it was, I found it creepy for some reason, and felt very uncomfortable and shivery there. We left and headed back across country to Florence, which I absolutely loved, and felt the absolute opposite from what I’d felt in Venice. Florence seemed warm and embracing, and I just adored it and was sorry when we left to head north to the border with France and to Menton. I don’t suppose I’ll ever go back, but happy memories!