SCONE SPY
The undercover cafe critic
BEINGpaid to travel the land testing baked wonders and the warmth of the welcome, is a blessing of a job, there’s no doubt about it.
But a wee day off in the great outdoors, blowing away the cobwebs for a new year, makes a nice change.
So there I am on a Sunday morning taking in the stunning panoramas of golden beach and powerful tides on the east coast.
I’m striding out, shoulders back and post-festive podge pulled in, breathing deeply and vowing to walk more, eat less (other than professionally, you understand!) and get healthier in 2017.
Then fate throws a spanner (well a fork, knife and jam spoon to be precise) in my New Year resolve.
The unmistakable waft of bacon, eggs and other breakfasty goods curls through the air – leading to the beachfront Tayview caravan park and the quirky cafe at its gates. It’s inside a static caravan, naturally.
It’s cosy inside – compact and bijou, as they say – with six tables. ( There are four more, plus an assortment of dogs and bikes, outside on the decking – for those who like a more bracing breakfast). A radio plays gently in the background. A couple divide up various parts of The Sunday Post, reading and swapping, while tucking in to their generous fry-ups.
I opt for sausages and egg