Sauce

Train strike scotched plans so instead of a beautiful journey along the coast from Exeter to Bodmin we ended up bussing it to Okehampton to sit and wait for my dad to drive over to pick us up.
It was hot, we were tired and emotional and GRUMPY
However as soon as the Fiat 500 appeared round the corner of the Waitrose car park we found ourselves in, all was forgotten and our wee trip to see my dad began.
He and my stepmother Jane left their south of France idyll, where they have lived for the last thirty years and relocated to Cornwall, namely Wadebridge.
Yes, it is many many many mile away but pleased to report what a wonderful spot they have found. Lovely little village and we celebrated our first night with fish and chips in the local eateries. Perhaps timing for me to bring out his housewarming present, a carefully carried tub of Chippy Sauce, the like found only in Edinburgh and surrounds.
He was delighted and not abashed to eat it in full view discarding the proffered mayonnaise the Cornish offered him.