A couple of weeks ago Siggy and I dragged Max down to Brighton with us for the day.
My Mum had told me great stories of when she used to visit her Great Aunt Dolly there, who lived in an old Oast house and gave her home grown asparagus and roast beef for Sunday lunches.
Unfortunately our day was not quite to civilised or organic.
As Siggy commented "This isn't exactly the classiest place I have ever visited".
"Martin Parr wouldn't have enough film for this place" was a comment from Max which basically meant the same thing, however in the eyes of the artist.
And I was pretty stoked with these apple and rhubarb custard boiled sweets I bought from a ye olde sweet shop.