Sea breeze

Sometimes, on nice Saturday afternoons like yesterday, when I'm at work, I pass the time daydreaming about having my own pub. It would be by the sea, in a fishing village, and would serve lovely ales and proper pub food with a vaguely foodie twist. Posh but not too expensive fish and chips. And all the old boys and their dogs would drink in there. Somewhere with enough tourist trade to make some money, and enough year round population to keep the winter ticking over. And the smell of the sea everywhere, and a suntrap garden for soaking up the rays. And wooden floors, natch.