I tried the £37 breakfast at Edinburgh's most awesome waterside restaurant

I had the best meal of the day at this surf destination

We are a country of selkies and kelpies.

It doesn’t seem to matter how Baltic our water gets, Scotland has a hardcore and dedicated surf community, not to forget its passionate paddleboarders, kayakers, bodyboarders, wild swimmers and skinny-dippers. I only know this because I’ve been at the £60m Lost Shore resort at 8am. Their wave cove’s gently undulating and occasionally thundering artificial waves seem to be better than any alarm clock, even on a Saturday, when less aquatic folk would be sleeping in.

And, once they’re out of the cove’s surf, I bet these visitors - no skinny-dippers, I was only joking about them - have phat appetites.

Lost Food, which was recently taken over by executive chef and hospitality consultant Jason Wright, is there to service the waterbabies. (And us landlubbers, who have done zero exercise whatsoever). This all-day facility now offers Lost Flock fried chicken at lunch, as well as Lost Kitchen’s casual breakfast and lunch wares, and Civerinos pizza. In the evening, they continue with the chicken or pizza offering.

The original occupants of some of the concession kitchens, Five March and Rafa’s Diner, have moved on.

I’ve been in this space, with its floor-to-ceiling windows, in the evening, but daytime is more exciting. That’s because the people-watching potential is immense, from the guy with sun-bleached hair doing rapturous balletic figures-of-eight on his skateboard, to the pals and their barrel-riding peacocking. I enjoyed watching one of them come off, while at the peak of a wave, and do a perfect legs-akimbo cartwheel in mid-air. I’m sure he’s absolutely fine.

Anyway, we’re thoroughly entertained, as we try the breakfast menu, which is served from 8am until noon.

First, I tried the granola option (£7), and it’s the perfect assemblage. There is a cool coconut yogurt, a light and oaty nutty granola that’s on the cusp of being muesli, and a decadently large blob of crunchy peanut butter and carnelian-hued raspberry jam in the middle. I don’t want to start blobbing condiments into the middle of my breakfast bowl, but I’m inspired now and feel compelled. My husband will have to put the Sunpat in a safe.

He’s gone for the overnight oats (£7) and they’re not claggy, but apple fresh and lemony, with a fleshy-toned wash of peach compote, a drizzle of maple syrup and a crunchy green pathway of crumbled pistachios along the top.

I altruistically help him out with this, because he’s got the Get Lost breakfast (£14) to come, and he’s already told them to hold the sourdough toast, because he thinks it might be too much for his birdlike morning cravings. Anyway, appetite starts with eating, and he says that this incoming skillet full of non-greasy goodies is better than any brekkie he’s had for ages.

He’s very fussy about sausages, and doesn’t like them too herby, dense or roughly hewn, as they give him the ick. These two tortoiseshell-toasted porky numbers suited him perfectly, as did the excellent pair of hash browns, puffy and crisp tattie scone - a miracle, as they’re so usually calcified - three slices of crispy fringed bacon, and runny-middled chive-dusted fried egg.

However, I know, from watching too many episodes of Channel 4’s Four in a Bed, that people get very upset about beans on the plate, when they’re not corralled in a separate ramekin. If you have this very strange foible, you should know that these lightly curried examples are shoulder-to-shoulder with sausages and egg. Live with it.

Although I had swithered over n’duja eggs (£14) and the hash brown bun (£8) that had been highly recommended by a member of staff, not to mention the swole bodybuilder special that is steak and eggs (£20), I settled on the smoked bacon and egg flatbread (£9).

The flatbread was sphynx-cat-soft and baseball-glove-sized, and contained about three slices of bacon, an over-easy egg, which I would've preferred runny yolked but hey-ho, a chunky sweet tomato and cumin-y chutney, and a large handful of rocket to cancel out the lard.

We were very happy, and our flat whites (£4.20 each) made from Edinburgh-based Machina’s wares were banging, too.

It was nice to have a day that peaked at 8am.

That breakfast was almost worth a celebratory skinny-dip, though we managed to restrain ourselves. Next time.

Lost Shore Surf Resort, 11 South Platt Hill, Ratho, Edinburgh, www.lostshore.com