It was a cityfied, stylish dressed man with his hat set at an angle that didnʼt belong in these parts.

You will need one medium butternut or two or three delicatas.

The ambience: locals, tourists, mad fishermen, rednecks and the odd journalist saddling up for endless Jägerbombs before dancing the night away to any number of consistently good live acts.

I haven't finished. Hear me out.