Feckin' Wind

I drove my sister to hospital in Dublin today and as part of the trip, we stopped in Drogheda for some lunch at the Genoa. This guy was trying in vain to light a cigarette in the shelter of a buttress of a church in Peter Street. My "extras" were taken within 50 yards (metres in new money) of the first. 
I've been looking in Crimmins's window at the camera equipment since I was a mere slip of a lad. It has been a fixture in Drogheda for many, many years. 
The buoy is a later addition. These pieces of marine furniture are popping up all over the place, some as decoration and some as collection vessels for charity. Nice idea!