About halfway through my afternoon dream

I came across an Art Deco bar which was located at the top of a shallow path

This surprised me a little as it backed on to a beach which was being tormented by a vigorous breeze

A smart barman in a white pinafore dress was blindly polishing his long lost litter glasses

Whilst a washed up writer was mixing crimson cocktails in his small bright bowler hat

He was the only customer apart from a mysterious blonde who came and went and returned again

I would like to have stopped at this elaborate bar but my lobster prevented me from doing so

As it had been looking forward to its coastal walk for some days and did not care for alcohol