Honestly, can it get any better than this? Old friends visiting Plymouth for the first time in millennia, we walk and talk and talk some more (and walk some more, but it's hot but we keep talking 'cause there's so much to talk about). And we get a few Lobsters at Wood's Seafood on the Town Wharf. (Do please follow the link to know why that's special. It makes a difference.) 

We have the Plymouth Long Beach and Cape Cod Bay beyond, Least Terns darting and Cormorants gliding and Herring Gulls cagily monitoring the situation. Off Jason's right arm is a fishing boat just done offloading its catch with the fishermen's banter clearly audible, a banal reminder of those who provide our most sublime moments. Behind Jennifer is the Mayflower II and how awesome is that?.

And then a sailboat glides past. I can't take it. Do I live in a postcard or what?

What could make it better? Maybe a local Mayflower Brewing IPA or Summer Rye Ale? No. Then we'd have to leave the pier, or be surreptitious about our hitherto innocent proceedings. We can go to the BBC later.

Actually, we did, and that did nothing at all to ruin a perfect afternoon.

The BBC understands how the right beer can make a moment, and the wrong one can mean anything from missed opportunity to an off-note in the symphony that is Plymouth on a July afternoon. 

The Driftwood Publick House and the New World Tavern get it to some extent, but for the poetic moment the BBC is home.