The walk took in the old lighthouse keeper's quarters, as well as the Hornby Lighthouse, but only killed an hour rather than the ninety minutes that would've brought us back to Doyle's doorstep on the dot of twelve.
Faced with the prospect of imminent starvation there was no option but to proceed to the fish and chippery at Doyle's on the wharf, which was open and doing a reasonably brisk trade.
Given it's status as a fish and chips operation that combines takeaway and eat it there options, you place your order at one end of the building, collect your meal and head off to wherever you want to eat it, which could well be the adjacent parkland, but Hughesy had visions of Riesling or similarly fish-friendly white so we headed to the other end of the building where the Riesling was notable by it's absence as a by the glass option but a house Semillon (made by Tyrrells, who know what they're doing with the variety) was a very reasonable alternative.
What I ended up with wasn't the greatest fish and chips you've ever tasted, but was quite reasonable, if a little expensive. It might be the old Queensland bias kicking in, but I'd rate Swains in Gladstone higher, though this version of the Doyle's operation has far superior views.