It was high noon but the low winter sun had hardly made it above the hills behind...
...the former fishing village of Dunure.
At one time, the harbour would have been packed with herring smacks but nowadays it is very quiet: there are just a few small prawn and lobster boats.
The villagers are very proud of their harbour but we were more interested in...
...their pub.
After the passage of a little time, Phil asked the barman why the public bar was so quiet...
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