Strolling past the shrubbery a few minutes ago I had a peek over the hedge - as you do. Such goings on, I don't know, the kids of today!
But I overheard you talking about the caf�s in Brixham. Back in 1945, when the world was young, my ship was towed into Brixham after a collision, and we were there for quite a few weeks. I eeked out my meagre pay by waiting-on at a little cafe at the corner of the inner harbour, next to what used to be the fish market. I wonder if it's still there?
There was no marina there then, of course.
Enjoy yourselves, but don't be late home. And no hanky panky, Pauline!.