Stepping off the cable car when it finally landed I was aware of Carol and Sheila chattering away – although I don’t normally pay much attention unless I hear a key word (for example lunch, dinner, snacks) and as we walked down towards Trafalgar roundabout I heard a key word.
“We need to think about LUNCH” said Carol to which I immediately spun round and whispered “Jury’s?” before spinning back and nonchalantly continuing my stroll. It was a bit like planting a seed.
Convinced she had thought of the idea herself Carol continued “How about Jury’s, we loved the food and their service – and they were really good about looking after my camera after I left it there”. With nods of approval all round we continued on down Main Street, pausing only to admire the guard at the Convent before finally plonking ourselves down at a table outside Jury’s.
Even before a waiter had come out I noticed a gorgeous dog chilling out by the table next to ours which turned out to be a rescue dog. His owner had popped into Jury’s and he was quite happy to sit outside and wait for him to come back. One of the things I’ve loved seeing in Gibraltar during this holiday was so many people walking their dogs (often up Main Street at night) and when I’ve spoken with the owners most of their animals are rescue dogs. It’s a theme very close to my heart as my own dog Mowgli who I brought back from India (of all places) was a rescue dog and who has been my constant companion ever since giving me infinite pleasure now for 9 years. Long may Gibraltarians continue to enjoy the company of their beautiful rescue dogs.
Browsing through the menu we all felt that since we were going to a fancy restaurant this evening on Queensway Quay for dinner our lunches should really be more of a modest affair. However, since we all had the will power of a gnat (and made the excuse that the morning had been particularly long and challenging) that’s not quite how it worked out.
Without a guilty thought in site the four of us (hit the trough) indulging in cheese burgers, chips chicken and pasta (all of which was top notch and fabulous – as we had come to expect from Jury’s) before rolling back to the Bristol where my companions decided they all needed to take their daily siesta and so I waved them all off to bed. Not being one who does siesta, I turned on my heels and within minutes was where I was most comfortable. On walkabout.