Back in the summer we visited the Worthing massive. And Splash Point, which just used to be a World War One Sea Mine of the ship sinking variety has been replaced by spurting water and slippery rocks. Basically one in the eye for the health and safety Hitler Youth and a big yell to kids of all ages to get wet in a rambunctious manner.
Day 38 saw me in the “Gregg’s and Poundland” slow death town of Bridgend. If it weren’t for a meeting with the bank manager I wouldn’t have gone in. It so happened that the European Market was there, selling or trying to sell to the shambling masses. I felt so sorry for the Paella stallholder, his look of broken spirit shall haunt me for days to come. Still, I got my shoot for the day.