“Going Pasty Hunting on Saturday.”
“Yeah, hilarious. What’re you really up to?”
“Told you. Out hunting pasties...” Long-suffering sigh from Dan. “…it’s September. It’s pasty season.”
“You don’t hunt pasties. You buy them in a shop.”
“Exactly. You seen the number of visitors to Cornwall this summer? In every bakery, not a pasty to be had. I’m starting at that well-known pasty hideout, Martins’ Bakery, then the Corner Bakehouse. Visitors have gone back, and bakeries won’t run out by ten. Reasons to love living in a seaside town No112, mate!”