Ah, yes. A day at the seaside. Along with cream teas and picnics, it’s one of the quintessential British summer pastimes. Our family favourites were Littlehampton, Southsea, and Weston-Super-Mare. One time, at Southsea, when I was four and my second brother nine, my mother went off to get ice creams, leaving us engaged in bucket and spade work beside our grandparents, who were in beach chairs. She returned to find us locked in mortal combat and our grandparents trying to look like they didn’t know us. Big bro did something to me– since I think Southsea was, at that time mostly pebbles, it was unlikely to have been that he’d kicked sand in my face, but he did something – and I, not unreasonably, responded by whomping him over the head with my bucket. Things escalated from there. Mostly, however, we had a grand time at the seaside.