It’s true. It was. Very lively. The restaurant is situated behind the bar and it was an effort to squeeze past all the punters to get to our table. We had a lovely meal and a bottle of inexpensive New Zealand Sauvignon Blanc and enjoyed all the beautiful people watching.

Slightly depressing though. I formulated a theory. The majority of the clientele were gorgeous girls in their 20’s and 30’s. There was a posse of very young boys all looking like Pete Docherty in skinny jeans and hats and then everybody else was quite clearly divorced….there were a few groups of much older men. Octogenarians almost.

The young boys all looked like they were buying drinks with daddy’s Coutts card. The girls were all lapping up the attention of both the young boys and the old blokes. The old blokes all sat at tables together ignoring each other and trying to catch the eye of any young thing that walked past. They did quite well actually.

My friend and I, both in our 40’s were completely and utterly invisible. Perhaps it’s just that I’ve moved on a bit, post divorce. I was there to talk to my friend. She’s married (and her husband was away saving babies in Sri Lanka, but I’m going to do a separate blog about that when he’s back) and neither of us wanted to make random rubbish small talk with men that had either only just been born or men that were about to die.

Good grief. I’m full of the joys of spring at the moment aren’t I??

We had a fantastic lunch at this restaurant (even if the waiters are super-grumpy):-

The beach looks like this:-

and the people look like this (check out the dog and HOW GORGEOUS are those legs?):-

Last year, he was here:-

Getting in a boat with this many gorgeous men:-

We didn’t spot any celebs this time, but instead we just had a wonderful lunch, where the children’s end of the table looked like this:-

We ate these (well, I didn’t because I think they’re revolting, but everybody else did):-

Whilst our end of the table looked like this:-