“We’ll be open in a minute. Do you want breakfast?”
{The waitress at the café - Arrival}
{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 from theBell Tower , the café being opened,
the waitress is busy setting up the tables, and a man in overalls, presumably a
gardener is hosing down the patio with a hosepipe. 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 as my wife and I witnessed
one morning when we were staying in Portmeirion.
When the Prisoner arrives on the scene, having seen from the
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