The single diner’s weapon of choice

Being alone in a hotel is an art in itself. Especially dining by oneself in a buzzy restaurant. I think I have perfected how not to feel self-conscious or like an Anita Brookner character. The essential tool is a notebook and pen. Not only does this have the staff on their toes – who knows which illustrious food magazine or newspaper you might be reviewing for? – but it makes you look other-worldly and interesting to the other guests. They stop giving you looks of pity and become curious instead. And in the meantime, you can sip thoughtfully at your Shiraz and then scribble furiously – never mind that it’s next week’s shopping list. For all they know you are grading the establishment for a possible Michelin star. Or scribbling down their idiosyncracies for your next novel.

Which in my case is true – my next book is going to be called The Long Weekend, and it’s set in a chic townhouse hotel by the sea. There are assignations, reunions and, of course, a stag party. The Hotel du Vin in Poole has been the perfect place for some undercover research and inspiration – the surroundings are absolutely perfect, the decor is divine and the staff are quite charming. Any bad behaviour on the part of my fictional characters will bear no resemblance!

Also inspiring have been the incredible Sunseeker boats in the harbour. I have been lingering longingly, desperate for a guided tour, but I don’t think I am quite in their price bracket yet. I’m not a great boat person, but these motor yachts are sleek, sexy and mouthwatering – I think I’m going to have to give one of my characters the keys for some on-board shennanigans.

Tomorrow I am off to Brighton – I can’t believe I have reached 46 and have never been! I’m also going to catch up with some friends I haven’t seen for years – I hope the Hotel du Vin staff there have been polishing their cocktail shakers in preparation.