The end of the line

Trip to Skegness this weekend, a quintessential seaside town with surely the cheapest 99s in the UK (60p - even with flake!).

There should be an upper age limit on the waltzers. We went on on Saturday at around 4pm and as of Sunday at 8pm I still haven't felt right. There were two sadistic waltzer spinners who span us as hard as they could even though we were clearly suffering from severe whiplash and extreme nausea. Only aforementioned ice cream could aid recovery.

My friend works at Gibraltar Point, a nature reserve run by Lincs Wildlife Trust. Hilarious and sadly true story of a lorry driver arriving there having got lost looking for Gibraltar, southern Spain.

Was crossing the Channel not a clue?