Swirly girlies

We headed down to Kent for a girly trip to my parents' caravan (I think I'm supposed to call it mobile home...but it's one of those ones that's static, an immobile mobile home?) As we headed down straight after work we decided to stop en route at our friendly neighbourhood Beefeater...it's not glamorous but for the carnivores they grill a good steak, and for me they grilled a good salmon fillet. As it was technically a holiday we all plumped (definitely the most apt word!) for pudding, one of which came with the most profusely swirly blob of ice cream I've ever seen.