"Let's go to Clare" I suggest to the Bus Stop Bunch as we take turns at guessing what the grudging morning's weather will do between 09:00 and lunchtime. Peter Heath arrives and tells us that we could go to Ipswich, and the new café at the new Dance East dance centre on the Quay (It's called Dance Eats, by the way. A gift for dyslexic jokes). I am sceptical. Curmudgeonly, even. But I give in to the general mood and we set off for what I just know is going to be an awful ride through Ipswich and out again. "It's somewhere different" said Peter "So's Gt. Yarmouth" I thought (having recently taken a trip there).
We were ten to start with. A surprise guest appearance by David Young, organiser of WSW's very own version of Rollapalusa (Saturday 21 Nov at Horringer Village Hall), Juliet McGuire (another time-juggling lady, who must turn for home early) T-T, Tiger-Tony, Jeff, Ron, Peter, Justin, Pete G & SJH.
Richard T-T led us on a superbly ingenious route, which took us through quiet, leafy suburban 
avenues - passing Christchurch Park just as the guns signalled the Silence at 11.00 - and emerging barely a quarter of a mile from the Quays. DanceEats is excellent, with efficient service from a chef in immaculate whites and top food at keen prices. My bacon baguette and pot of tea came to a credit-crunch beating £3 - and the ketchup came in a dish!
Better still, the place is done out in club colours; red chairs, red logos on the windows - red doors to the loos. In fact I went a bit over the top with the snaps, the photo-ops were so hard to resist.
avenues - passing Christchurch Park just as the guns signalled the Silence at 11.00 - and emerging barely a quarter of a mile from the Quays. DanceEats is excellent, with efficient service from a chef in immaculate whites and top food at keen prices. My bacon baguette and pot of tea came to a credit-crunch beating £3 - and the ketchup came in a dish!
Better still, the place is done out in club colours; red chairs, red logos on the windows - red doors to the loos. In fact I went a bit over the top with the snaps, the photo-ops were so hard to resist.Photo points to make: 
In fairness to Jeff, these doors are inexplicably 10 feet tall - you probably need
to be an architect to understand why (10ft = 3.05m - do your own calculations for spans, cubits & ells); There is more than one Peter Heath in one of the photos; Peter & Justin were able to rehearse one of the pauses in an upcoming production by U3A of a lesser-known Pinter play called 'The Tea Party'; No actual mirrors were used; No cyclists were mistreated in the course of the photo shoot.
In fairness to Jeff, these doors are inexplicably 10 feet tall - you probably need
to be an architect to understand why (10ft = 3.05m - do your own calculations for spans, cubits & ells); There is more than one Peter Heath in one of the photos; Peter & Justin were able to rehearse one of the pauses in an upcoming production by U3A of a lesser-known Pinter play called 'The Tea Party'; No actual mirrors were used; No cyclists were mistreated in the course of the photo shoot.As you will see if you follow the Dance Eats link, they have no photo 
of the really impressive building they've spent a fortune of our money building. I guess they're working on it but . . . . . . it does seem a bit odd. Just check out the staircase and chandelier. After an extended tea we rode along the quay to the floating restaurant the used to be called Il Punto but was renamed Mariners (How dull) so that we could have a group shot. We couldn't find a suitable group, nor anyone prepared to shoot them, so I took a 
photo instead. After this further delay, T-T threaded us out of Ipswich very skillfully, using an old cycle-commuting route that took us under the A14 to Spraughton. Thrilling. Sixty miles covered, but not home until 1.45, mainly due to enjoying Ipswich. My apologies for being a curmudgeon at the start. SJH
of the really impressive building they've spent a fortune of our money building. I guess they're working on it but . . . . . . it does seem a bit odd. Just check out the staircase and chandelier. After an extended tea we rode along the quay to the floating restaurant the used to be called Il Punto but was renamed Mariners (How dull) so that we could have a group shot. We couldn't find a suitable group, nor anyone prepared to shoot them, so I took a 
photo instead. After this further delay, T-T threaded us out of Ipswich very skillfully, using an old cycle-commuting route that took us under the A14 to Spraughton. Thrilling. Sixty miles covered, but not home until 1.45, mainly due to enjoying Ipswich. My apologies for being a curmudgeon at the start. SJH
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