Horrified stone on the beach. Or is it a happy face? I’m going for a grin of terror.
Woke up yesterday with no plans, so we decided for a trip down to Brighton, which is 50 minutes by train from where we live. It was a nice day out, we saw the veteran car run (the cars passed our window in the morning and reached their goal in Brighton), walked on the beach and the pier and went to Sea Life.