Motoring Breakfast

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Why do motoring clubs meet at breakfast? Further, why do they meet on Sundays?

We answered both questions over 10 years ago, when my wife and I bought a local pub. Not a Victorian redbrick boozer, but a 15th century former Coaching Inn adjacent to an even older church. The Lamb inn, Wartling is found on the first rise above the Pevensey Marshes between Eastbourne and Battle in East Sussex. It's approached by perfect country roads. That are always quieter on Sunday mornings. After acquiring new innkeeping skills: operating cash tills, cooking for 80 covers, teasing card readers to accept all manner of differant bank cards, cleaning beer lines, managing young staff who often mistakenly think there that ‘being there’ is the job. After orchestrating all the above, I was approached by a friend to start a motoring breakfast club. Something that could be ‘dovetailed’ between Sunday breakfast for 5 ensuite bedrooms and Sunday lunch for 160. Easy, what fun, and so it was. Teas and coffees, orange juice, bacon, scrambled eggs, roasted tomatoes and mushrooms and triangles of toast. But there is something missing, as the new club secretary pointed out,

“You need a sausage with that!”