EDitorial ± 8-Jan-2016

Light Lunches: Seckford Spa

Faffing on a Friday is our forte. Chief among the many questions always to be answered is: where will we go forte? Scrap that. Doesn't really work since this is invariably a lunchtime trip. Adding to the simultaneous equations today is the fact that Andy's fleet is all at sea, therefore w=2 where "w" represents wheels. Meet you at 1pm on the boneshaker. Sometimes there's more to life than cars and grills.

Sun's on our backs as we whizz down past the Red Lion before the first challenge, to cross the A12 while wheeling a bike. Not pleasant. Left off the path leads to Seckford's "luxurious accommodation" and a poshy-washy AA-starred restaurant. Not for us chickens, obvs. We're here for the recently refurbished Spa, open 8 'til late.

That Andy's discovered that you don't need to be a guest to grab a light lunch here. Up those steps is an upmarket seating area with a plunge pool in the distance. Well done to the nice lady for welcoming us and for being savvy enough to stop that Girl From Ipanema background music. Order a cranberry juice, choose a snack from the menu and await nutrition in the classy conservatory overlooking The Hall. Very good tuna melt panini with well dressed salad, ditto Andy's carrot and orange soup. Bit nice, here, much like the golf club down the road. Kev would have liked it too though he'd have had to mind his language being so close to Woodbridge.

Somewhat at odds with spa living, there are sugary treats back on the shiny metal counter. This ain't no Shrubland. Slice of rich chocolate torte and a brownie simply slide down, all helped by the equally rich atmosphere. Coffee wasn't up to much, truth be told, but everything else was el-e-gant.

If it was a car -- S.P.A. 30/40 Super Sports.
If they were passing by -- Jane Horrocks.