The hotel is up a cul-de-sac on a steep hill. It is the last building at the top of the road. The promised parking outside the hotel was full and probably was too narrow for my car. I had managed to squeeze my car into a space on the hill down from the hotel. We were warned that traffic wardens started operating after 10 am and patrolled the road outside.
This is the view from the hotel across the bay.
After dumping our bags we walked down the hill and went looking for somewhere to eat. We stopped at the Queen Victoria pub for a drink and a meal. I shared nachos with Steve and had scampi and chips for a main. The ’61 Deep’ pale ale from Marstons was very good. The meal was less than appetising especially the scampi.
The rain has started in earnest as we left the pub. This was the promised storm that would last for the next 24 hours or so. We walked down to the promenade and went past the stalls and amusement arcade towards the pier. Here’s our hotel (top right) from the promenade.
Two views of the bay and one looking out towards the pier.
We walked towards the pier but the rain and wind were so strong that we abandoned our bracing walk! There was a steep path that went up the hill from the road above the promenade up to the hotel. This was a quicker way of getting some shelter back at the hotel.
After a bottle of beer in the hotel’s bar it was time to retire and gear up for the next day’s big event.