Lunch in the Hope Inn.

It's an old pub, right by the harbour, with great signs and pictures.

The extra is relevant to yesterday - my birthday.  It wasn't the greatest one I've had - the day started with me having to scrape the contents of my food waste bin off the road and pavement. The foxes round here are perfectly capable of opening them. Then I was at the shop and didn't feel well, so came home and spent the rest of the day lounging on my bed.