With the sun shining and spirits restored I took the opportunity to leave the surrounds of London and head to the coast - Brighton. Le petit garcon could barely contain his excitement and upon arrival at the pier he stormed into the madness that is the arcade. What worried me most was his hooligan tendency to try the change areas for spare coins! Without spending a penny in the amusement arcade we attempted to complete the purpose of our seaside mission the ghost train. Except petit garcon was just under the requisite height of 1.1m. He was perfectly composed about the rejection but made me take him on the helter skelter!
I could do this thanks to the helping hands of Delicious Industries who joined us on the pier. The garcon baulked at the top but I told him the only way down was on the mat. I paid for my insistence in the form of helter skelter burns to my hand.
Seaside ice cream
Peachy feast on train
Petit garcon at top of bouncy slide, helter skelter in background!