Guesthouse best described as “quirky” but not necessarily in a bad way. Owner found out the back weeding the garden. Assortment of beach items available for use Checked in and headed across road to beach, armed with deckchairs and body board. Windy, surf looked good but was crap, waves dying too quickly.
Dinner at Guppys, looked like a shack but posh inside. Busy, had to wait for table.
Next day cloudy, wandered down to Red Lion to try to watch football, wasn’t on but owner was a decent chap and managed to tune it in. Shit game though but not his fault. Ordered BLT and a pint of Smithwicks. It was the second largest bacon sandwich I have ever had (will struggle to beat Miami 2004) but managed to finish. Side order of fries was not required after all though.
Mexican for dinner. Also huge. Long walk back to burn it off though.