Wedged a few yards up the side of the cliff, the patio of the Rusty Anchor offers an uninterrupted view of the port. Despite my disdain for it, I can’t deny that it’s glossier than when I was a kid. The harbor is twice the size, the gangways and the ramps have been fully restored. Hell, even the harbormaster’s office has been renovated—it used to be nothing but a creaky old hut that’d groan in the wind, and now, it’s made from bricks and even has windows.
