“We’ll be
open in a minute. Do you want breakfast?”
{The waitress at the café - Arrival}
I always
find myself mentally replying “Yes, full English, toast, marmalade, and a pot of
tea for one.” But the Prisoner isn’t interested in food, only finding out the
name of the village, which is The Village. There’s no Police Station, and no
telephone, save for the one in the phone box around the corner.
When the Prisoner arrives on the scene, having seen the café being
opened up from up in the Bell Tower, the waitress is busy setting up the
tables, and a man in overalls, presumably a gardener is hosing down the patio
with a hosepipe. It can be imagined that this is actually what a waitress and
gardener working in Portmeiron would do every morning. Opening up the café and
hosing down the patio with a hosepipe.
Be seeing you
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