Liable to flooding

There was an unusually high tide at 9.30pm when the sky was still light.

So we decided to nip down for a peek between main course and pudding, as you do....
(It's only  minutes away and usually high water occurs unseen, after dark.)

So we drove around to the car park on the quay. The water was at its (very occasional) highest.*
And it was pouring with rain, the first downpour we've had for weeks.
The car spluttered and stopped as water flooded into the exhaust.
I hope we won't break down here, said The Old Man nervously. 
We have broken down, was the reply.

So three of us got out to push, leaving the 91 year old and the dog to steer. One of us set up a  tripod to record the event for posterity Facebook [Not me, honestly Sir!] and we struggled to heave the vehicle up the ramp back to the road. A police car stopped on the other side of the bridge but then moved off, probably assuming we were ignorant holiday-makers who didn't warrant assistance. (After 19 years I think we may qualify as locals - who should know better.)

So eventually we managed to get the car back on dry ground, the water trickled out of the exhaust pipe and the engine fired.
The pudding (blackcurrant frangipane courtesy of Huw) was very nice.