Oh thanks girls! They are precious memories; we also holidayed there during the Summer a couple of times. The one at the ex-fisherman's cottage is indelibly in my memory - the smell! Three stories high, approached up ladder-like stairs, in the basement where the fishing nets were once stored, was the loo & shower stall. The most revolting stench pervaded the whole house, right up to the attic [our bedroom]. It was tracked down to the shower drain, & the only cure we could find to stop it, was to stuff the hole with a flannel! And that didn't really work. We went out all day to escape.
Each day at dawn, the sea-gulls nesting on the opposite roof-top to us, woke us with urgent cries, 'Fish coming!' Their babies, so cute with spots on, would tap the red dot on a parents beak for food, which revoltingly but normal, was re-gurgitated for them. Ooh, Nature, red in tooth & claw!
Excellent fish & chip shops, great restaurents, homely coffee shops, curiosity shops, they should let me write their advertising brochures!