Dunwich beach

Let's go for a walk, she says, on Dunwich beach.
We can have lunch at The Ship.
Off we sets, in the trusty old Passat.
Meeting little resistance we motored down the lanes toward the sea.
A pot hole! A VERY DEEP POTHOLE!!
We parked, fortuitously near the pub.
Then we notice the flat tyre, a present from the pothole.
An hour later the spare was on, but the pub was full.
So we walked, sans lunch.