Down the docks, doing favours for sailors
Navigating to Southampton pier on our wits and Diet Cherry Coke, we follow signs for the docks and eventually pull up outside. It’s now no more than a thai restaurant, I don’t even bother to get out of the car.
We contemplate tearing up our copy of the take-away menu to use as postcards but although nicely arty it’s too complex to do in a car. Southampton’s postcards will be generic naughty ones.