Absolutely glorious day demands that the trio trot out in search of sun, sea and sand. That's right, Felixstowe it is since there's talk of a dead whale. That, and word of a new eatery. Replacing Winnies, reassures our whistleblower, is the promising sounding Waffle Shack. We park, we stroll, we sigh. Doors are shut today. Like James Bond, we shall return.

Thinking fast and not wishing to retrace our steps, we agree to prom it along to the still-standing Spa Pavilion. Dear old Grenvyle was with us when we first came here back in 2008. Following its re-opening, we revisited a year or so back dining upstairs in The Lounge. Can I find that review? No, I cannot. Sloppy.

Downstairs in the dark underbelly lurks The Terrace. Weather such as this, chaps such as us require outdoor seating. Brief pop inside to grab menus which, we hadn't realised, apply to both up and down. Guess that's fair enough. Timings are strict:

• 9:30am to 11:45am, breakfast
• 2:30pm to 4:30pm, afternoon tapas
• 2:30pm to 5pm, afternoon tea by prior reservation only
• midday to 3pm, Sunday lunch but only on a Sunday

Fortunately we're past the 11:46 to 11:59 no-food-for-you slot and automatically into the lighter bites or main menu. Not feeling the need for a big plate (burger, steak, pizza, fish), Andy and Kev go for pulled pork paninis and nachos while I go for a ham & coleslaw sandwich. Expecting something functional, what got delivered to our table was excellent with dressed salad, Doritos and vg bread. Thirty bonus points for a J2O spritz with pear and raspberry.

Would love to report on the sweet stuff but for once we didn't. I offered to buy the boys a cone from the wonderful Little Ice Cream Co. and they declined. What's become of us? Double cake next week.

If it was a car -- Renault Zoe Z.E..
If they were passing by -- Terence Stamp.