Hot dogs and bananas

We went hot-dogging today (in the sea, not in a car park).

They were called banana rides in my day and were usually run by greasy mediterranean men.

In Wales our hot-dogging was courtesy of a kind farmer taking some time off in between milking.

The boys rode back to the farm in the back of the truck like proper local yobs.

Fun in the sun followed by big fires, Prosecco and late nights all round.