Fishing or lozzing, you choose. That’s the bay in the background. 

Kids play on a monument, next to a miniature graveyard of the US war dead and the pier. Touching. Surprising number of mercenaries killed in Iraq. 

That old man hippy, he just keeps blowing… 

Before you ask, we didn’t go in. 

Out back at the Muscle Inn, journalists wave their pasty faces at the gleaming sun and the smell of pork crackling drifts across bikers’ nostrils.