Sue then led us to the little general store up the street, where we got ice cream:
And ate it while strolling down the most charming seaside lane I've ever, ever stepped foot upon:
It seems like it would be utter misery to live there, because you'd always feel obligated to be doing something appropriately charming, and there's only so many hours a day you can tend flowers, whitewash a fence, or pour tea for guests out on the verandah.
This lane was so cute I don't even remember eating the ice cream. It's a total flavor blank. Charm-induced taste amnesia. Oh well.