One of several huts round the harbour selling fish and chips. They all have a few tables nearby where you can eat your lunch, hopefully keeping it away from the marauding sea gulls.
The fish, which I think was haddock, was fantastic. I struggle to think of anywhere I’ve eaten that has as light and crisp batter. Fish inside perfectly cooked. Chips not so good – they may have been fried but they had the same solid texture as oven chips.
(West Bay was the location for the crime thriller “Broadchurch”)