But any time in December is a special time in Mousehole: its harbour is filled with festive lights; colours illuminate the cobblestones and The Ship Inn is where the parties bloom, each night a festival of song. The pub is old in timber and stone, crooked beneath the weight of its years. You’ll be met by a medieval village full of hake and halibut, mackerel and ling, and pints of good ale. And those lights, bright against the darkness of a broiling winter sea.
