The sound of seagulls

So last Friday night, my partner Jo said "Let's go out," and we pondered where to go in a rare moment of missing double Corrie and bingewatching Escape to the Chateau. We went for drinks at the new Corner Club 'Night Cafe' and - get ready - we sat outside! At 6pm! I love when you go to places like Soho on summer evenings, and cafes stay open late, serving coffee, and drink-drinks too, and small plates. This is what Corner Club are achieving with their night cafe and I really enjoyed sitting and watching the world go by with mimosas in Great Gatsby glasses, and a plate of Padron peppers to share.

Some people were walking home from work, up the hill from the station in suits and loosened ties, others were on evening dog walks, or stepping out too like we were. Seagulls circled, singing their familiar song. There's something so beautiful and holidayish about sitting outside on a warm (ish) evening (I'd like to personally thank the cafe for the addition of blankets) and having a nice drink, chatting away, unpacking the week and talking about what the weekend will hold.

We wandered across the road to the Sand Bar, two mimosas down and ready to guzzle San Pellegrino. We had a delicious meal and had a window seat upstairs, the gold and pink light casting a warmth on the view, and best of all: the tide was in. You can't beat those holiday-style views.

We wandered home, full (very full) and ready to crash out with tea and Corrie on catch up. The next day, I cleared the garden of all the dead things ready for new spring flowers, I swept the patio, pulled out weeds and had my first al fresco cup of tea this year. As I worked, seagulls again cawed overheard. The sound of a summer to come. The sound of holidays. Not bad for home, is it?

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